As I got older that made me colder
I was just tryna just deal with the pain
Looked for some friends they turned they shoulder,
They left me out in the rain
Thoughts kept to folders I know what came over
This type of shit don’t rub off like a stain
Hit a sub polar heaven or hell to which one am I closer,
At one point I thought it was all the same


Sin City
He taking my life he come with me
I Don’t feel the love I see envy
Trust in what’s real thats a must that’s why all be blessings be plenty
-Im gonna be what I’m meant to be
If I burned down a bridge then it never meant shit to me
Skill set came with different amenities
Eye to eye it’s never the same energy
Back when I was working at Walmart worked hardlines
Wasn’t part time had to part time
Just to put in the hours to write lines
All these words really got me through hard times
So did the henny that I just been sippin in
Not a big swimmer but Pussy I’m dippin in
I gave up on myself which just led me to sin again
Where the devil has slept I will stroll
Is it burning
Cause the ice on my neck got me froze
I was hurting
But the the Melodie’s keep me at coast
World is turning
But I know the cost to control
They could look in my eyes and they still wouldn’t get the vision
Mistook fixing with some forgiving
Had my head spinning
And That pussy was good but don’t miss it
I done felt some temptations don’t hit it
Distractions that’s what I’m dismissing
Time wasted I can’t help but miss it
And I put in a battle myself vers myself
Thats what put me in positions, to grow the real me
They say that they love me but know what they mean
They wanna act like they know what I’ve seen
All my mind is these sick evil deeds
Hypocritical thoughts I was having
Checked my mental just know I’ll be spazzing
You could see that my dreams carry that passion
And that disrespect shit is not what I’ll be having
Ten toes down don’t care if they dissin
I know why they trippin quit bitchin
Pick them back up after sum new additions
Gon Fuck up the system
I know what they pitchin
That’s what they been missin
Like Correa in 21 how I’ll be hittin
So fast nasa won’t even be able to clip it
In competition I’m just shitting and pissing
Barely in the game I’m just tip in
Cause i aim for moon that’s the mission
Always been me never struggled just to fit in-
Like some hand me downs
Like these hoes that get passed around
But shi I know what it Seem tho
Turn on the beat I get Heat stroke
Hit that lil bitch with deep stroke
And if they want beef then they’ll get wrapped and packed up just like it’s a bistro

As I got older that made me colder
I was just tryna just deal with the pain
Looked for some friends they turned they shoulder,
They left me out in the rain
Thoughts kept to folders I know what came over
This type of shit don’t rub off like a stain
Hit a sub polar heaven or hell to which one am I closer,
At one point I thought it was all the same