Текст песни Rumination. - calsocold

Damn Can we go back to them days
When the gang was good had the whole gang eating
Splitting money in separate ways
Had dreams of a brand new cars with a house in the house
We ain't have to worry about bills
Now everybody hitting my phone saying where you at
I'm gone I'm tryna make a mill
Cut so deep the shit had hurt my heart
The shit had tore me apart
And I know I gave you my love
But I could at least have kept my heart
Some bros that stabbed in my back for lil shit
Took all that to heart
Remember looking at my grandpa grave
And that's where all it started
Step back bitch like James Harden
Gen five shoot it go
If I shoot don't talk bout finish him
Lil bitch I hit my target
Lil Ho talm bout she ain't ready yet
She must think ima farmer
And my life just ain't been the same
Ever since they pick that boy Obama
Never lack stay with ya roster
Hoes be folding for crab legs and pasta
Ever since I lost that one bro
I been back and forth to my doctor
Smoking Za that's just some shit I cope with
When I think of my trauma
If I die better get ready for war lil bitch I'm talking top shotta
Let him speak talk to ma dukes for the last time
Now she know he in a problem
Cant make no song with flunky niggas
That ain't talking bout a dollar
She like to eat she like to swallow it up
Lil bitch want the dick in her gut
Bro sipping lean told gang stop that shit
Go get in your bag be the one
Keep that stick keep that AR tucked
For niggas that wanna get plucked
Cut off shorty we wasn't good for me
Only worried bout money and lust
Cut off the world its only me up in my circle
No one that I really could trust
My new girl really got my heart for real
I'll go hit a Ho with a bus