Why we always gotta wait
Posted in the trenches god im working everyday
Gotta wait till I get paid to cop me what I need but the bills be in the way
Now the young'n got two weeks
To survive off 200 but he blows all on trees
Trynna make it out the streets
Riding round the city with his gas stuck on that E
Hold up nigga it aint over
You wanna see your goals you gon see them when your older
Better watch who on your shoulders
Watch who got yo back and watch who bring you closer
Wish you can take away my sins
I changed for the better all I wanna do Is win
Learned how to love I got love till the end
But trust can disappear when you think you got a friend
All I ever did was hurt
Controlled by my demons tried to hide away the dirt
Im sorry for my wrongs wish I can get a wish to work
But sorry not gon save him right before he getting murked
I feel pain when I rap
Im a better person I just pray it don't get back
So tell me what to do cause im good where im at
My baby my side and she quick to grab the strap
I was young I was dumb I was itching for a crumb
My head fed the evil that'll face me to a gun
The devil gon do what it takes to stop the run
This work shit got me stressed I forgot what's having fun
My mom still buying me clothes im still dressing like a bum
Addicted to that gas need a break for my lungs
This the shit I stress while my dreams big like pun
Escobar - Darkside Story Lyrics
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Why we always gotta wait
Posted in the trenches god im working everyday
Gotta wait till I get paid to cop me what I need but the bills be in the way
Now the young'n got two weeks
To survive off 200 but he blows all on trees
Trynna make it out the streets
Riding round the city with his gas stuck on that E
Hold up nigga it aint over
You wanna see your goals you gon see them when your older
Better watch who on your shoulders
Watch who got yo back and watch who bring you closer
Wish you can take away my sins
I changed for the better all I wanna do Is win
Learned how to love I got love till the end
But trust can disappear when you think you got a friend
All I ever did was hurt
Controlled by my demons tried to hide away the dirt
Im sorry for my wrongs wish I can get a wish to work
But sorry not gon save him right before he getting murked
I feel pain when I rap
Im a better person I just pray it don't get back
So tell me what to do cause im good where im at
My baby my side and she quick to grab the strap
I was young I was dumb I was itching for a crumb
My head fed the evil that'll face me to a gun
The devil gon do what it takes to stop the run
This work shit got me stressed I forgot what's having fun
My mom still buying me clothes im still dressing like a bum
Addicted to that gas need a break for my lungs
This the shit I stress while my dreams big like pun
Posted in the trenches god im working everyday
Gotta wait till I get paid to cop me what I need but the bills be in the way
Now the young'n got two weeks
To survive off 200 but he blows all on trees
Trynna make it out the streets
Riding round the city with his gas stuck on that E
Hold up nigga it aint over
You wanna see your goals you gon see them when your older
Better watch who on your shoulders
Watch who got yo back and watch who bring you closer
Wish you can take away my sins
I changed for the better all I wanna do Is win
Learned how to love I got love till the end
But trust can disappear when you think you got a friend
All I ever did was hurt
Controlled by my demons tried to hide away the dirt
Im sorry for my wrongs wish I can get a wish to work
But sorry not gon save him right before he getting murked
I feel pain when I rap
Im a better person I just pray it don't get back
So tell me what to do cause im good where im at
My baby my side and she quick to grab the strap
I was young I was dumb I was itching for a crumb
My head fed the evil that'll face me to a gun
The devil gon do what it takes to stop the run
This work shit got me stressed I forgot what's having fun
My mom still buying me clothes im still dressing like a bum
Addicted to that gas need a break for my lungs
This the shit I stress while my dreams big like pun
Writer: Joseph Cruz
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