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My brother doing time, but I can't cry for him
Lil' cousin doing time, but I can't cry for him
I lost my cousin to the streets, but I can't cry for him
My heart is breaking every night, but I can't cry for 'em
And I can't even lie, mama
I can't shed a tear, I'm traumatized, mama
PTSD fucking with my mind, mama
I didn't even get to say goodbye, mama
We was supposed to make it through the worst days
No more crying on your birthday
White candles, yeah, they hurts the worst way
White RIP shirts hurt the worst way

And all this money in my bag don't take the pain away (No, no)
All this liquor to my head don't take the pain away (No, no)
We wasn't looking for no handouts, just a getaway (No, no)
All we know is all we know and that's to get away (No, no)
All this money in my bag don't take the pain away (That don't take the pain away)
All this liquor to my head don't take the pain away (That don't take the pain away)
We wasn't looking for no handouts, just a getaway (Tryna get away)
All we know is all we know and that's to get away (Get away)

How I'm 'posed to make a change when niggas hating on me?
How I'm 'posed to make a change when niggas preying on me?
I thought that nigga was my dawg, he got it out for me
He was just waiting for a reason to switch sides on me
Can't find a friend, I found protection in this .9, though
LeBron fan, I never thought I'd need a Rondo
The same niggas slept on couches in my condos
Throwing dirt all on my name in every convo
And I can't even lie, mama
Some nights I dream of homicide, mama
The other nights I think of suicide, mama
But I can't take my life, I gotta provide, mama

But all this money in my bag don't take the pain away (No, no)
All this liquor to my head don't take the pain away (No, no)
We wasn't looking for no handouts, just a getaway (No, no)
All we know is all we know and that's to get away (No, no)
All this money in my bag don't take the pain away (That don't take the pain away)
All this liquor to my head don't take the pain away (That don't take the pain away)
We wasn't looking for no handouts, just a getaway (Tryna get away)
All we know is all we know and that's to get away (Get away)

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