Ticket Lyrics

What you know bout depression and fighting your demons

Voice in head trying to tell me I'm tweaking

We from that block where they squeeze for no reason

Been up bout this money late night I been feening

Show no remorse so I'm labeled a demon

How you gone judge me when everyone sinning

Put all my hope in the game I'm committed

Gone run up these racks my people who didn't

Smoke medication get high off the feeling

To block all them days cause we really was drilling

Pop out yo bushes get fully assertive

Broad day it get ugly

Gang bussing yo fitted

Back Inna booth cause they say I'm the sickest

Stay out the way I'm just minding my business

Focused on money till shit get to piling

I'm tryna show momma I'm really the ticket

I don't know why all these niggas they hate me

Say I'm a bitch well then run up and take it

I don't do tweets and sneak dissing on media we tryna run up leave bro onna pavement

Can't wife a hoe cause no I can't not save her

Youngins on go all need is a payment

Peep all the signs since they say I got bigger

The closest of friend they even start changing

Look in my eyes you ain't feeling this pain

Seen momma struggle bad days in the rain

Just lost my granny I'm going insane

Don't speak on ms Lena for her we buss brains

Made you a promise told you i'ma make it

Niggas don't like i see in they faces

Buss down a down bow

And put sacks on the scale

We had to come up for who said we was basic

Dudi locked up they ain't tryna free cus

Shit so fucked up they took him from his son

Convicted felon still stay wit a weapon

Them boys be bout murder just tryna get funds

Please do not play me must think that I'm dumb

What you know bout depression and fighting yo demons

Voice in head tryna tell me I'm tweaking

We from that block where they squeeze for no reason

Been up bout this money late night I been feening

Show no remorse so I'm labeled a demon

How you gone judge me when everyone sinning

Put all my hope in the game I'm committed,

Gone run up these racks my people who didn't

Smoke medication get high off the feeling

To block all them days cause we really was drilling

Pop out yo bushes get fully assertive

Broad day it get ugly

Gang bussing yo fitted

Back Inna booth cause they say I'm the sickest

Stay out the way I'm just minding my business

Focused on money till shit get to piling

I'm tryna show momma I'm really the ticket