Burden - Alone In My Head

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Alone in my head, alone in real life cuz my homies are dead
My brodie come home and I throw him some bread
They can’t endeavor the shit that I been through when I used to sleep on the
floor in the shed
I was in jail thinking my life was just set up to fail
Think I’m the only one keepin it real
Don’t keep that shit in, let me know how you feel
Imma just deal with the pressures of life, the depression feel like I got
weight on my back
Hard to get sleep when your enmies creepin and watchin for police when you
chasin thm racks
I tell the Devil get off me whenever he cross me, I promise the lord got my soul
I got a problem with not lettin go, of things in the past and the things that
are gone
I used to drown in Patron, I was at the bottom of the liquor bottle way too
often
Too late for talkin, don’t need these mother fuckers in my life, nah
That’s the way I’m rockin, that’s real
Ya’ll want the smoke? Well let me know the deal
Imma just ride til this bitch got no wheels
Homicide in my eyes, the shit that I’m scarred from never could heal
I could count my blessings, I could feel the evil that be all in my presence
Where were these people when I was doing my sentence?
Now I’m known as the mother fuckin menace
They hate when I get it but even more when I spend it
I just wanna win some, I done lost back to back to back to back again
And I ain’t going out like that, or maybe I’m just bein punished for my sins
Who will I offend next? Try to live a grand card on life, 10x
That can never happen on the Xanax
Locked up dawg, ain’t nobody write my at the Annex. Nah
Bitch stop playin with a beast, I eats… Better yet, I feast
Far from a rap when I’m after the cheese
Don’t like how she act? Throw her back to the streets, «Peace!»
Hustle boulevard tactics, a whole lifetime full of practice
Money stuffed in the mattress, I rebel with a passion
How I find time for fashion?
They got high hopes of catchin me lackin, y’all come in this bitch and I’m
blastin
I’m gone take respect, I’m not askin
Live through so much shit that y’all haven’t
Alone in my head, alone in real life cuz my homies are dead
My brodie come home and I throw him some bread
They can’t endeavor the shit that I been through when I used to sleep on the
floor in the shed
I was in jail thinking my life was just set up to fail
Think I’m the only one keepin it real
Don’t keep that shit in, let me know how you feel
Imma just deal with the pressures of life, the depression feel like I got
weight on my back
Hard to get sleep when your enemies creepin and watchin for police when you
chasin them racks
I tell the Devil get off me whenever he cross me, I promise the lord got my soul
I got a problem with not lettin go, of things in the past and the things that
are gone