Lyrics Durkio Flow - HAC DIGGY

Shoutout durkio
I put my heart in this one

Put my feelings in the past
In Got in my bag

Brand new car
Fresh off the lot still got the paper tag

You don't even kno the feeling
When niggas want you dead

Listen I said feeling
I ain't never been scared

I wouldn't nun but 15
Bullets flew cross my head

I hope he can shoot
More than a camera

Cause he did dat bad

Don't love no thot
Don't trust no nigga

Ima preach that to my lil one

Strange thoughts going through my head
Like that probably was yo nigga

They think im smoking to get high
I'm smoking to get by

Everything all fun and games
Until somebody die

Ouuuuuu
This shit get hard
Lil baby hold me tight

Ouuuuuu
This shit get hard
Lil baby hold me tight
They hating
The shit they doing
Just ain't right

My tlady still b smiling
Even tho Ik she stressing

If he ever go against the grain
I send Malik to stretch em

If you ever go against the grain
I send Malik to stretch you

Shit ain't the same
Fuck the fame
I just wanna em to kno my nameeee

Shit ain't the same
Fuck the fame
I just want em to hear my painnnn

Steady screaming gang gang
We use to rock the same chains

Steady screaming gang gang
For them I bust yo brain

In the booth it's a viral moment
Once Michael press record

Im the voice of the trenches
Yall just make a bunch of noise

Got sick of being quiet
So I made some fuckingnoise

I told my mama I need therapyyyy

PTSD make it hard for me to sleep

This depression make it hard for me to eat

Don't need no co-sign
Tell that rap nigga im gone b bigger

I been rapping since I was little
Way before the elementary

I been rapping since I was little
Way before the pistols

I been rapping since I was little
Way before the figures

Shit ain't the same
Fuck the fame
I just wanna em to kno my nameeee

Shit ain't the same
Fuck the fame
I just want em to hear my painnnn

I told my lil nigga Who got mo heart then Jesus
Stay in school shid I did
You ain't gotta do this and that
To be this and that
Just cause they say u gotta do this and dat to be that
Fuck what they talm bout
Make yo own rules defy the odds

Removed all squares out my circle
I'm down to three friends

In the end it's just you
So you don't need friends

Tron more than a cousin
Nigga you my brudda

And that's for og quiez and maddawg
I can't forget y'all

Sometimes I ask myself
Where would I be with out all

Sometimes I ask myself
Who would I be With out all

Riding solo in a foreign
Thinking bout the pass

Stop and fill up on at that gas
Then smoke up on some gas

If the laws get behind me
Ima do the dash
Fuck the bank
Four pockets full I got hella cash

If the laws get behind me
Ima do the dash
Fuck the bank
Four pockets full I got hella cash