Aintitmaine - Purgastory Lyrics

We ain't run we ain't beg and we ain't borrow
Made it through the day in hopes for a better tomorrow
Lack of dollars seemed to be the problem
Not to many options
Lotta empty spaces in the win column
Mama need a ride to the doctor
Fluid from her nostrils
Telling me to hold on
I don't think that shyt possible
Thinking logical
Pay this light bill or get food for the house to eat
Hope this play go thru cause damn nigga i got Mouths to feed
Like i ain't allowed to breathe
Notice to vacate
Gotta be out in a week
Yeah the strong survive but
Only by drowning the weak
Found a strong sense of self
Being surrounded by grief
A mountain to peak
Scouting the streets
On how to eat
Need to get the shyt flip the shyt and double back
Done this shyt couple times and still ain't able to relax
Dipping the lac Sipping on act
Yeah we up now
Insomniac ran the quarter back
Touchdown
We on the field thru sundown
Bullshyt get
Flushed out
Rrrrrrr pow
Watch out
Yeah nigga what sup now
Thu thu blouw
Trauma feel the same over the screams
Take a moment
Pain Over the keeeeeys

Ok Money don't numb it
Just fund it
Went from feet to a bucket keys to push buttons fiends seen the jook coming nigga tryna juug something
The heads up sped up everything that prepared us
Smushed his muffin
Now wouldn't nobody wanna talk if we took that lost
We all got the same principles
But witta different clause
The beef got blood in it rarely do we ever call it off
The shyt raw cut throat gun smoke you don't want the goons involved
We ain't built the same
Chalk that up to you just being soft
Ahhhh
You ever had to carry ya homeboy up the stairs
Come back down just to get his wheelchair
Yeah
We really living what we spitting
Yall just get ta listen but its different when you expect it knowing it come with it
Taking justice in our hands
Dunking 12 by the dozen
He gone but they still want blood huh
Get a cousin
Spared no expense and pain don't compromise
All for 1 and 1 for all folk this shyt
Been normalized
Ohh
Look me in my eyes
Pupil from the purgatory
Where the good die young
You heard the stories

So,You pleading bore me
When faith fails
To save self
We raise hell
Wanna say i turned out fine
But I shyt i can't tell
Got me naming shells