Dismal

(álbum: No Poison No Paradise - 2013)

Hold up
How you go from being on to having no riches?
Hoes all in your phone to having no bitches
Used to be highroller, now look how you sitting
Thinking that your life is over, out here trying to make a living
Told my conscience "Shut the fuck up! ", trying to get it together
Put my hands on my face, can't look myself in the mirror
I swore to God, I said I'd never go back being broke
Feeling like I'm back at square one, fuck a nigga being po'
Guess he didn't answer your prayers or help your affairs
Now that no one cares, what's the point of being here?
Yeah yeah, you had it all, hit a broad all night
Now shit is coming full circle, didn't play your cards right

Trip
A'yo, a'yo, hey, uh, right there
Lay low, a'yo, uh, right there
There they go
A'yo, lay low, right there
A'yo, hey, a'yo, right there
Lay low, a'yo, hey, right there
Right right

Now you asking "Was it worth it? ", since your fame did surface
Now you see your purpose, didn't turn out picture-perfect
Thousand-dollar purchase, guap all in your pockets
Used to be on top but now they saying you ain't got it
So a'ight then, watch me get it even if they going to knock it
Dollar out of fifteen cents, I turn my shit into a profit
Put myself in a hole, money, it got me stressing
Fronting to force a smile while trying to battle depression
Nigga, you lost your grip up, nigga, you 'bout to slip up
Grab that bottle of liquor, pour cup, pour cup, then sip up
Hoping the story ends, hope a new one begins
Leaving from where I been, wake up out the sleep I'm in
Huh

Trip
A'yo, a'yo, hey, uh, right there
Lay low, a'yo, uh, right there
There they go
A'yo, lay low, right there
A'yo, hey, a'yo, right there
Lay low, a'yo, hey, right there
Right right

For my niggas, and my bitches
On they hustle, trying to get it
When you think you know big dough, then what is it for?
Yeah they talking mash, woah, what I'm in it for?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They on that, we on that
Right now