Small Things Matter Lyrics

Lot of shit outta pocket

Lot of shit not making sense

Gave a homeless man 50 cents

Damn thats really all he ask for

Guess when you got nothing

Anything can mean something

So much on my mind

Grandma taught me always be kind

Lot of shit on my mind

My dead ones stay on my mind

I pray i see them one more time

Promise imma step for mine

Living like everyday my prime

I got thoughts i don't wanna share

Better days coming so i gotta care

Brighter days

Hoping someone care

Remember fighting days

Hoping a bitch nigga would stare

Popping shit we just

Wanted to rock shit

Fuck all those hating

Im wavy they just hating

Im too raw stepping

Don't need protection

I just came in the game

Now im killing beats laid up

In my sheets

I don't gotta talk about the streets

It gon speak for itself

I lost my girl same week

My mans died

Love nasty it make me wanna hurl

Never going backward

Stand firm always look forward

Lot of shit outta pocket

Lot of shit not making sense

Gave a homeless man 50 cents

Damn thats really all he ask for

Guess when you got nothing

Anything can mean something

So much on my mind

Grandma taught me always be kind

Bad times i don't like them

Bad rhymes

These niggas own them

Miserable bitches

I don't fuck with them

Irritable when im sober

Them spliffs got me

Feelings hanging of

A cliff

Cause once i smoke my emotions Disappear

But once you spoke all this Commotion appears

Death only in designer

Only kick my feet up in a recliner

Been at the bottom so

I gotta go higher

My clothes still common but

Imma get flyer