Lyrics Crossroads - Isolated Tune

They tried to warn me bout the tough times...
Traumatized from the rough crimes...
In my eyes I seem upset don't I?
Good and evil I done stumbled pon both sides
And my partna told me that he gonna ride then switched up nigga changed sides
Left me on this boat ride steered it to the coastline
I'm solo taking toasts now cheers to the ghost now gone in the smoke cloud
Man I tried to help all of my homies I can't even help myself
This past year was all depressed gaining dust up on my shelf
I done shed a few tears had to dry up all the mess
Had to cut off my connect had to get it for myself
Niggas hear the pain in every breath...
I was out here in these streets walking blind just for a check...
A couple bullets in the safe I don't want to let it out
Still got memories from the beach, thank the lord I made it out

But I'm still gon make it back
You can't turn around on family and my og taught me that
I remember back on 12th was flippin ozs by the pack
Had to get back into tunes, niggas no me cause I rap yea
If niggas owe me it's a wrap, had to get out of the trap it was infested with some rats
Made a name for myself and ima never give it back
Cause what I gave was my soul shit I'm barely intact

Just ride with me...
Buckle up and get high with me
I done had my piece of fame shit is mad empty
The devils tricks looking mad tempting
And when I leave don't you forget me...
Saying lord will u forgive me
This life's a game I'm never forfeiting
But I just can't explain this cold feeling

Yellin out please... holding my rosary while I'm falling to my knees
Church turning to a strip club... only place to get love
Throwing all these ones holy water on her feet
She don't want no lame nigga she don't want to meet aye
Litter out the window nigga leaver to the streets... aye
Mind on the mission I ain't trippin on distractions
Harlem baby rollin stoned living for disaster
Isolated living like I'm casper, bundles by the masses
A certified Virgo, July like a cancer! I put my hand out it got bit by the bastards
Old dirty past turning to a new canvas
Old dirty styrofoam purple no fanta
My nigga moving white he like glorified Santa
Fighting off the devil he ain't know I had my hands up
Aye I'm just tryna get my bands up so

Just ride with me...
Buckle up and get high with me
I done had my piece of fame shit is mad empty
The devils tricks looking mad tempting
And when I leave don't you forget me...
Saying lord will you forgive me
This life's a game I'm never forfeiting
But I just can't explain this cold feeling