Depression

Lyrics

Woah, woah, woah, woah
 Hold on bruh, you too slime
 Youngin' big blue, but deep inside, he like a red rose
 
 On the beat
 Bank account on overload, but I'm still broke in spirit
 "Depression what he suffer from" same words from Doctor Henry
 It ain't no love inside the slums, know if they cut, they kill me (kill me)
 For sixty days and sixty nights, I been goin' hard off this ecstasy
 I pray to God that my killa don't be the nigga sittin' next to me
 Keep ya circle tight, this mornin' Alicia sent a text to me
 Like they just want ya spark, reached for the stars, youngin' you blessed to see
 Pablo callin' from the yard like, "Drop that shit, it's time to bless the streets"
 I had to make myself a boss, they want the sauce like "What's the recipe?"
 Deep down inside I'm feelin' lost, I got a pound for the church
 I'm bound to knock my nigga off for the way he look, he wanna bury me
 I was taught that loyalty is priceless so true love shouldn't cost a dime
 I done been scarred by your love, so deep inside, my heart still cryin'
 No, it don't matter how far I look, for some reason, I can't find
 I keep abusin' these drugs to substitute what's on my mind
 I need someone to hold me down and have my back just like my spine
 I'ma let off shots from that four pound and double back, empty the nine
 I seen it in my grandma face, she was hurtin' from Auntie Paula
 Feds did a sweep on 38th, we flushed the pills inside the toilet
 Last night been tweakin' off of Percocets, I'm steady hearing voices
 Say I got the prints, shawty can't even avoid me
 When I was locked in juvenile and called they phone, them folks ignored me
 But now they all suitcase-ready every time the plane gettin' boarded
 Who all on Instagram, flexin', can't even sing or poppin' no money
 It ain't no love inside my section to the point where it ain't funny
 Just call from Uncle Teddy like, "Nephew, just keep on goin'"
 Guess I can't seem to kick the drink, day and night lean, I'm steady pourin'
 Now, I'm designer head-to-toe, she ain't wanna fuck when I wear Jordan's
 Might have a baby with this Haitian bitch just so my child be foreign
 I'm paper chasin' in 'bout sixty ways, I gotta run up more
 They was on the basketball court when I was catchin' time in court
 Sometimes I gotta hit my knees and pray like, "Please forgive me Lord"
 I'm steady caught up in my wicked ways, grippin' extension cords
 Before I blew up, they ain't root for me, I couldn't get support
 Now everybody wanna shoot for me just 'cause I live galore
 Reppin' in this block city to city, day and night I keep on tourin'
 In fact, I know that they ain't with me, the reason my heart so torn
 The number one reason they hate because I made it out the storm
 Penitentiary chances I take, sometimes I wish I wasn't born
 No they can't say they wasn't warned (no they can't say they wasn't warned, oh, ayy)
 I was taught that loyalty is priceless so true love shouldn't cost a dime
 I done been scarred by your love, so deep inside, my heart still cryin'
 No, it don't matter how far I look, for some reason, I can't find
 I keep abusin' these drugs to substitute what's on my mind
 I need someone to hold me down and have my back just like my spine
 I'ma let off shots from that four pound and double back, empty the nine
 (Deep down inside, I'm steady cryin')
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:43
Key
1
Tempo
78 BPM

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