Correction Paroles Drawing Symbols par NLE Choppa

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This sh*t called the truth (Oh)
Dubba-AA flex
Know what I'm sayin', no rap clout (Oh, oh)
N***a really be goin' through some sh*t (Oh, oh)
Gotta let a motherf**ker know, know what I'm sayin' (Oh, oh)
You don't know a n***a like we do (Oh, oh)
This sh*t called the truth (Oh, oh, yeah)
This is the sound (Oh, oh)

They say Choppa got a baby, he ain't nothin' but fifteen
The b*t*h lied to his face, she didn't take a Plan B
Nine months later, now the n***a Chop with his seed
He can't handle all his problems, so he smoke a lil' weed
Mentally he hurtin', every day he suffer from depression
They ask him what's wrong, but he can never express it
This sh*t way too personal, stop askin' him questions
This a true story that they got a n***a confessin'
Conflict with his parents, they keep kickin' him out
He walked to his friend's house, he had to sleep on the couch
His momma think he goin' crazy, tryna figure him out
Dad think he f**ked up and he said that he foul
Startin' to feel empty and he don't know what to do
He disrespectin' all the teachers, he a menace in school
Students thinkin' he a dummy 'cause he act like a fool
But they don't know a n***a life and what he goin' through
I'm bipolar and I got anger issues
I'm scared of the outcome so I don't tell the truth
Runnin' from my problems, I don't know what to do
So much pain in my raps, I confess in the booth
Why these n***as steady hatin', man, I don't have a clue
Dreek tellin' me to chill, but I'ma give him the blues
If he run up on me, I swear to God I'ma shoot
It's my life or his, you know which one I'ma choose

He might be goin' insane 'cause every night that he cry
Tears rollin' down his cheeks until he close his eyes
He told his momma he don't care if he dead or alive
Fatal thoughts of suicide, he wanna take his life
Lovin' basketball but he don't live it no more
Fighting' with his teammates, cussin' out the coach
Yeah, cussin' out the coach, uh, b*t*h, ayy
Heartbroken, he can't show no love
Love would get a n***a killed and it's hard to trust
I don't f**k with too many, they might set me up
One phone call, they can get a n***a wetter
Sometimes I really wanna die and don't give a f**k
Put your tool in the sky for your loved one
Snakes all in the gra**, I had to mow 'em
Snakes all in the gra**, I had to mow 'em
I'm bipolar and I got anger issues
I'm scared of the outcome so I don't tell the truth
Runnin' from my problems, I don't know what to do
So much pain in my raps, I confess in the booth
Why these n***as steady hatin', man, I don't have a clue
Dreek tellin' me to chill, but I'ma give him the blues
If he run up on me, I swear to God I'ma shoot
It's my life or his, you know which one I'ma choose

You know which one I'ma choose, ayy
You know which one I'ma choose, ayy
Ayy, and b*t*h, this here the truth
Ayy, this here the truth
You know which one I'ma choose, you know which one I'ma choose
In this life that I'm winning' and young n***a can't lose, yeah
B*t*h, you know which one I'ma choose
You know which one I'ma choose
This is the Sound

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