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trial - little torment & djtr beats lyrics

[verse]
i still pray when i hit the m*way with them packs
my kid at home, i hope the man above just get me back
i did some things that made some people wanna get me back
went h*ll and back, i’m on point forever, i can never lack
i cut them off ’cause i know they ain’t with it, i can tell a rat
can tell a snake and n*ggas see you winning but they never clap
been falling back cah i thought that it was love but it was never that
them man got life then fell out at the trial and now they’ll never chat
i pour hеnny in my cup to heal the pain a lot
therе’s consequences for these deeds, you can’t complain to god
he’s probably gonna wanna k!ll you if you stain that box
f*ck rap, i let the streets say who ain’t on what
them bodies dropping every week, it’s just the time we’re in
one of theirs, one of ours, this game ain’t designed to win
them bodies dropping every week, it’s just the time we’re in
one of theirs, one of ours, this game ain’t designed to win
i ain’t go to school, i was outside with the fools
i ain’t let it slide, i was outside with my tool
i seen n*ggas die and get life, it made ’em small
before they had a chance to realise this life is cruel
them man ain’t done no works but they wanna try look cool
tormz ain’t do his part, there ain’t a time he can recall
i answer to my jail n*ggas every time they call
rest in peace, i wish my n*gga got some extra time to ball
and in the trenches, you can’t count on no one else
i’ll have a bad day and hit the louis store and spoil myself
if n0body tryna do the ot trip, i’ll go myself
two doubles of henny made me start expressing all i felt
and n*ggas ain’t sliding so i fall back
and focus on myself, the trap take my mind off all that
i thought that we was on the same page and then i saw that
you know the beef is frying when you’re seeing n*ggas fall out
paper’s what i’m all about, looking for a sure amount
we’re all tryna make it there, i’m looking for a shorter route
the plug still sort me out, no time to fool around
my little n*ggas all cold, jump out the whip and walk ’em down
the haters wanna tear me down, heavy the head that wears the crown
i’m in my pocket every round, i’m loading up them semi rounds
yeah most my people let me down, see strangers that support me more
i’m thinking “what was all this for?”
put my black air forces on and play the streets
i came up watching bmf and meech, i learned the game they teach
i’m riding round listening to skrapz if it ain’t me or meek
shawty say i’m working all the time and how i need to sleep
she know that outside, getting to that bread, where i’ma be all week
’cause little cuzzy in the jail, i gotta make sure that he straight
and little bro in the jail, i gotta make sure that he straight
and big homie in the jail and i gotta make sure that he straight
and his daughter’s birthday’s coming up
and we gotta make sure that she straight
i got my own son at home and i gotta make sure that he straight
mum never asked for much, just wants to know that i’m safe
my ex like the only person that really helped me get me straight

- little torment djtr beats lyrics

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