I told you how it feels to be fighting for your life
In front of a judge but she didn't do me right
I didn't go to prison but I didn't win the fight
But I think I did this day then I'm in my bed tonight
Probation ain't that bad but it really f*cked my life
And to make it even worse ya my girl she turned out trife
Been through a lot of shit in the years I've been alive
I got sent away to rehab ya it really shined a light
I used to pop pills just to make me feel alright
Ya the Xanax made my family straight forget what I was like
I didn't give a f*ck I almost saw the other side
Ya addiction and depression really took me for a ride
I was breathing I was beating but I still wasn't alive
My brain was a zombie cuz the drugs I had inside
Had to drop out of college still pretending shit was fine
Ya 18 years old but I'm missing out on life
House arrest was normal but I worked a 9 to 5
But I couldn't tell nobody so I put it in a mic
They knew me a Lil Pablo always toting on the pipe
Ya my name was all I had I couldn't let them see inside
I'm still little Pablo and I still got my pipe
But I'm back and I'm better now I'm doing things right
The image in my head how I almost took my life
I wasn't even trying but the Xannies f*cked my mind
I need another one and another and another
I remember breaking down and just crying to my mother
My family became distant ya we barely saw each other
And when I was away ya I really missed my brother
With everybody else I put on a f*cking cover
This one girl got me deep but she didn't want a lover
She cut me open wide but my heart's not made of rubber
She smashed it on the ground ya she made it f*cking rupture
My past is my past that shit can't be restructured
The only thing now is to focus and recover
But how can I recover when I can't forget my past
No matter what I do it still bites me in the ass
No matter how I try, to cover up my tracks
Keep my name up out your mouth before I get up on your ass
Ya 13 years old when I started selling pack
So close to being free little Pablos almost back yeah, aye
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I told you how it feels to be fighting for your life
In front of a judge but she didn't do me right
I didn't go to prison but I didn't win the fight
But I think I did this day then I'm in my bed tonight
Probation ain't that bad but it really f*cked my life
And to make it even worse ya my girl she turned out trife
Been through a lot of shit in the years I've been alive
I got sent away to rehab ya it really shined a light
I used to pop pills just to make me feel alright
Ya the Xanax made my family straight forget what I was like
I didn't give a f*ck I almost saw the other side
Ya addiction and depression really took me for a ride
I was breathing I was beating but I still wasn't alive
My brain was a zombie cuz the drugs I had inside
Had to drop out of college still pretending shit was fine
Ya 18 years old but I'm missing out on life
House arrest was normal but I worked a 9 to 5
But I couldn't tell nobody so I put it in a mic
They knew me a Lil Pablo always toting on the pipe
Ya my name was all I had I couldn't let them see inside
I'm still little Pablo and I still got my pipe
But I'm back and I'm better now I'm doing things right
The image in my head how I almost took my life
I wasn't even trying but the Xannies f*cked my mind
I need another one and another and another
I remember breaking down and just crying to my mother
My family became distant ya we barely saw each other
And when I was away ya I really missed my brother
With everybody else I put on a f*cking cover
This one girl got me deep but she didn't want a lover
She cut me open wide but my heart's not made of rubber
She smashed it on the ground ya she made it f*cking rupture
My past is my past that shit can't be restructured
The only thing now is to focus and recover
But how can I recover when I can't forget my past
No matter what I do it still bites me in the ass
No matter how I try, to cover up my tracks
Keep my name up out your mouth before I get up on your ass
Ya 13 years old when I started selling pack
So close to being free little Pablos almost back yeah, aye
In front of a judge but she didn't do me right
I didn't go to prison but I didn't win the fight
But I think I did this day then I'm in my bed tonight
Probation ain't that bad but it really f*cked my life
And to make it even worse ya my girl she turned out trife
Been through a lot of shit in the years I've been alive
I got sent away to rehab ya it really shined a light
I used to pop pills just to make me feel alright
Ya the Xanax made my family straight forget what I was like
I didn't give a f*ck I almost saw the other side
Ya addiction and depression really took me for a ride
I was breathing I was beating but I still wasn't alive
My brain was a zombie cuz the drugs I had inside
Had to drop out of college still pretending shit was fine
Ya 18 years old but I'm missing out on life
House arrest was normal but I worked a 9 to 5
But I couldn't tell nobody so I put it in a mic
They knew me a Lil Pablo always toting on the pipe
Ya my name was all I had I couldn't let them see inside
I'm still little Pablo and I still got my pipe
But I'm back and I'm better now I'm doing things right
The image in my head how I almost took my life
I wasn't even trying but the Xannies f*cked my mind
I need another one and another and another
I remember breaking down and just crying to my mother
My family became distant ya we barely saw each other
And when I was away ya I really missed my brother
With everybody else I put on a f*cking cover
This one girl got me deep but she didn't want a lover
She cut me open wide but my heart's not made of rubber
She smashed it on the ground ya she made it f*cking rupture
My past is my past that shit can't be restructured
The only thing now is to focus and recover
But how can I recover when I can't forget my past
No matter what I do it still bites me in the ass
No matter how I try, to cover up my tracks
Keep my name up out your mouth before I get up on your ass
Ya 13 years old when I started selling pack
So close to being free little Pablos almost back yeah, aye
Writer: Khalid Cowman
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