Текст песни 555 - Bryce Ayers

Yo, I'm coming from a town
Where I'm nothing at all
I got 2 cents on me
And my wisdom is gone
I spit game all day
But this pain won't fade
Coming from a place
Where these lames so fake
I don't rob chains
But i'll rob yo honey
I'm the pooh bear homie
Ain't soft and fuzzy
Ima poor ass fool
Bet I got yo money
Aint even that tough
Made it easy for me
My god
How I stay so cold
Slept on the concrete at 18 years old
Should be a corpse
But I rock with my soul
So I popped on my own
By myself all alone
Don't take pride in the showbiz
Said fuck that and focused
All on myself
Instead image, persona
All by myself
I've been getting much colder
Like I got pneumonia
I barely can breathe
Cause all this weight
Been building on me
How I'm gone grow up
And raise my own seed
If all of these problems
Leave me six feet deep
And all of this drama
Destroys how I think
My momma was right
Maybe I am fiend
I got no honor
I'm sorry indeed
Pray to our father
I'm falling asleep

Money can't make you whole
I pray lord takes my soul
Our families hates us so
I'm, I'm so alone

Money can't make you whole
I pray lord takes my soul
Our families hates us so
I'm, I'm so alone