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Resurrected

 

Resurrected

(álbum: Based On A 2 Story - 2023)


I wish I could talk to God and get all these problems corrected
Hey, hey

I wish I could talk to God and get all these problems corrected
Been through all this shit before like I died and I'm resurrected
If you ain't get it out the mud, for some reason I don't respect it
My heart get the urge to love, for some reason I never let it

I stayed [?] and I ain't never had a helping hand
I guess this shit was meant to be, it's all part of the plan
I'm tryna break it down as simple as I fucking can
But somehow these niggas still don't seem to understand

How the fuck did I ain't die if I'm 'posed to die by the weapon power?
When ever you get the money, yo' people 'posed to stop stressing
My life just like a dawg so I must be going to heaven
Only way from here is up, well, at least I know where I'm headed

I was fucked up, all alone, I was bouncing from couch to couch
I would shoot up niggas houses to make them niggas come out
I had to do some fucked up shit, but I swear I'm making it count
Nowadays if you won't kill for me, I don't want you around

Snatched the heart right out my chest and I put that bitch in a jar
I just had to cut off loving, 'cause loving was getting hard
I ain't never been a holder, they ain't never putting all my cards
And I really put in work, it's the story behind these scars

Lately I've been tripping, using iPhone like the metro
Ask me "Do I trust a nigga?", I'ma tell you "Fuck no"
Gotta save a lil' bit of this dick for the next hoe
I wanna get away from all this shit, but I can't let go

The way I'm running to this money, I fuck around pouring Henny
'Member police kicked the door and took momma, we stayed with granny
I rather be in my own little bubble like I was Sandy
Cali, Adam, Bred and Brandon and Daisy my only family

Gotta microwaved the water so we could take a hot shower
Just to fill up the whole tub, it's gon' probly' take a whole hour
Had to cut some niggas off, 'cause our situation got sour
I ain't running with no pussies and I'on run with no cowards (Fucking cowards, nigga)

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