Lyrics Karma - Spitta_p

Lost so many people explains why I'm so cold
If we locked in just know I'm with you when the gates close
Plenty frauds be well designed in some plain clothes
Lately I been stuck in a space didn't think I could go
See I been thinking bout my karma
Coming round & catching up to me
I been thinking bout my karma
Coming round & catching up to me

Lived my life on the edge
Sleep with a pistol & a knife in the bed
Should be at peace I'm fighting demons instead
Plenty shit flow through my head
Don't speak to much prolly hold it til I'm dead
Has its effects but still I'm full speed ahead
Talked to my brother & couldn't tell if he was high or not
It fuck me up that we not close but that shit gotta stop
Remember you all night grinding or we flipping spots
House to house getting gwap
We a spilt the pot
With dreams to reach the top
Ever had someone close to you turn to a stranger before
All bad them drugs then got a hold they just ain't them anymore
Deep down inside it's killing you to watch it killing them slow
I learned what we can't control best give god & let go
If karma waiting around the corner hope my daughter safe
When it's my time lay big red roses on my ashes lay
If you my brother keep it pushing get they families straight
Do it big the hustla way
& ball until you fade away

Lost so many people explains why I'm so cold
If we locked in just know I'm with you when the gates close
Plenty frauds be well designed in some plain clothes
Lately I been stuck in a space didn't think I could go
See I been thinking bout my karma
Coming round & catching up to me
I been thinking bout my karma
Coming round & catching up to me

My mind be racing on daily baby
Feel like the Geto Boys
These tricks it playing on me got me roaming round paranoid
Like at any minute the cross is coming
It on me for an image I'm offing something
Don't be a target dummy
Haunted by past kuz I was living to fast
Tryna do the dash didn't think I'd ever crash
Still somethings I ain't over I wrestle with late at night
Can't let em see ya when ya down so when I'm fucked up I'm iight
I lost way more than a little hard to see when I win
With my dawgs right or wrong don't know how to pretend
It's like a found a therapist between the pad & this pen
Think out the box kuz I remember when they locked ya boy in