CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Beat

Aye . God told me we gon make it out eventually..
Standing tall but it’s been f**king w me mentally
These streets call , n***a smoke you like a chimney
But pennies temporary, and I ain’t trippin it ain’t sh*t to me
God kept me , I’m woke , I got a purpose
Ima v 2 mo to murder , sh*t got me feeling worthless
We was driving hella fast I woke up seeing narices
Happened in a second, mind spinning like a circus n***a
I’m in the backseat, how the f**k it’s my fault?
November 29th I almost died up on that asphalt
Bro switched up, throwing shade like a fast ball
I prayed for better days keep my faith , Ima stand tall
They like “Hayden fell off” , I’m like hell nah
Tryna keep me in this bed I’m like hell nah