More Sick

(앨범: Hard To Love - 2023)

When I ain't taking these drugs I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Thinking 'bout my dawg gone I get more sick (Throw it off)
I be needing love, but I won't force it (Nah)
I prefer Wock over red, I got choices

I been like this all my life, guess this shit in my genes
I been thinking 'bout my life, gotta get out them beams
Too much fentanyl in the street, they putting they cut on pills
I lost Shanay to that shit, it still don't feel real
Standing over her shaking my head wiping Damiyah tears
She taking it the hardest, reminiscing thirteen years
Taivo been through this, I had to ask him how you heal
Ain't no amount of money gon' change the way I feel
This a nightmare, I'm just trapped inside it
Momma jump up out the bed every time she hear a siren (Hope it ain't me)
No 2-1-9-4s FI 2-3s (What else you need?)
That little pink pill put me at top speed (Go)

When I ain't taking these drugs I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Thinking 'bout my dawg gone I get more sick (Throw it off)
I be needing love, but I won't force it (Nah)
I prefer Wock over red, I got choices

Don't know what you is to yo' city, but I run mine
Know where you at, watch where you step, don't cross the gun line
I like hitting her from behind, she say it's all mine (Ugh)
But I can't lay up with you, boo, you know it's crunch time (Go)
Spaced out, looking out the window, I just start crying (Why?)
Tryna figure out who gave that drop on where my dawg died
Wrote that in red, I told them, "Make sure pressure get applied"
Every picture I got with you I can't archive
I get deep off in my feelings and I can't hide it
Let them talk, sit back, be quiet, I never regret my silence
I want them to feel how I feel, so I resort to violence
No, I can't wife her if the bitch come with high mileage

When I ain't taking these drugs I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Thinking 'bout my dawg gone I get more sick (Throw it off)
I be needing love, but I won't force it (Nah)
I prefer Wock over red, I got choices (Choices)

When I ain't taking these drugs I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Thinking 'bout my dawg gone I get more sick (Throw it off)
I be needing love, but I won't force it (Nah)
I prefer Wock over red, I got choices

Dealing with my problems a lil different

These last 8 to 10 months
Is the real reason why shit been going how it's going
For example, me still tryna be a super star artist
Me tryna please my fans and put music out to the world
But at the same time dealing with a real situations
Enduring real pain
I'm talking 'bout back to back, back to back, back to back
One year changed my whole life forever
I lost my kids' momma, I had to take them in
What man you know doing that for real?
At the peak of his career at that
Then on top of that I lose my brother to the streets
Shit, he had kids, so now it's like his kids' like mine
Whenever they call, whenever they need something I come through
Most of the times when you dealing with pain you try to cope with it by running to
Drank, weed, pills, all that
That's 'posed to be medicine, but the whole time it's making me more sick
For real