D.A.M.N Lyrics

Rarely talk on lows because I rather focus on my highs

Spilt my tea in write my pains

Could never read 'll make me cry

Maybe this will help me on the tro'

I spoke on suicide

Why I'm always happy

And I'll tell you that I tried to die

When I got the call for Claude

Clear as if its yesterday

Friday's on Friday night the 29th of January

Text read you heard what happened

I ain't 'een gone hold you

She ain't even have to call

Knew that heaven gained a soldier

Told myself it ain't real

Rip all on the timeline

Thinking on our last time

Damn we should've took a flick

Lefty wit the crazy handles

In the Y spraying shit

Gang nights on 2K summer nights

Is finished shit

Fast forward months later

So much pain built up

Gram gone Claude gone

Arm still weak as fuck

A hit and run could've killt me

But I'm here standing up

Was deep inside depression

Seen a light put ya' lanterns up

'Tempted suicide and when I lived

Knew I had a purpose

Back to Carolina getting buckets

All summer worken

Had a couple 30 balls

Stayed committed I deserve it

Now we in like April

Feeling like a pro and shit

Unc relapsed brother locked

Jesus on some bogus shit

Think that's when I left religion

Realized that we all god

Cow could make a cow

That's our father then we all Gods

John 10:34 Psalms 82:6

Deep in meditation left the earth a crazy trip

Message to the black man, 48 laws

Just when life was on the up

Doug call about Awal

Now we lost gram lost Claude lost Wal

Mother not working but I had like 2 jobs

How Kount get in an accident

Car flipped and all

Then to start 2020

I lost my fucking dog

Next I'm on the phone with Fari

And he sound distraught

Around the same time my nigga Bas got shot

Every time we linked

I'm thinking go Diego go

Said we need another game night

Just the week befo

Then you got Marc got Ant got Juelz

Lost my nigga Gus like 9 from 22

So if you wonder why a nigga never speak on it

Came a ways from feeling failure I defeat defeat homie

Watched my mother have an aneurysm

I ain't know what's happened

Bone rotted fridge was unplugged

Know my pops was Snapping

Little brotha robbed for his work

niggas caught him lacking

Here you go, some more trauma

This a little more tragic

5 Or 6 seen a nigga stabbed outta granny crib

Lil older shorty died right there

At the fucking field

4 Shootings

Had a gun pointed at me like chill gang

3 Times

I lost my tooth

Riding for the gang

2 Bodies I seen warm

With my own eyes

Can't forget Nan and aunt Bren

Glad you home now

So if you wonder why a nigga never speak on it

I seen to much death

I'm cool off the reaper homie