J. Smith - Whole Pack Lyrics

I ain't shit and I know that
My soul flat and my heart gone
I hope it grow back, the old me
Wish I could go back, nah f*ck that
Seen too much to ever go back
Why you think I smoke the whole pack, nigga
I ain't shit and I know that
My soul flat and my heart gone
I hope it grow back, the old me
Wish I could go back, nah f*ck that
Seen too much to ever go back
Why you think I smoke the whole pack, nigga
Yeah, why you think I smoke the whole pack, nigga
Yeah, why you think I smoke the whole pack, nigga

I medicate before I break let the church say amen
I would go on Sunday's but I know that I'm gon' sin again
I'm stuck in a cycle, this shit silly when will it ever end
If I could write you a letter it would say dear God let me in
I'm broken, humpty dumpty the devil hunt me
Put me back together please just dont dump me like you let mama did
I just need you to bring me some hope like Obama did
Cuz' you let money change the ones around me look what commas did
Get cash money, no baby
This life of mine so crazy
My circle turned to 180
F*ck you if only I'm faded
Yeah f*ckin' you if only I'm faded
Flowers for my pain my nigga
Never been the same my nigga

I ain't shit and I know that
My soul flat and my heart gone
I hope it grow back, the old me
Wish I could go back, nah f*ck that
Seen too much to ever go back
Why you think I smoke the whole pack, nigga
I ain't shit and I know that
My soul flat and my heart gone
I hope it grow back, the old me
Wish I could go back, nah f*ck that
Seen too much to ever go back
Why you think I smoke the whole pack, nigga
Yeah, why you think I smoke the whole pack, nigga
Yeah, why you think I smoke the whole pack, nigga

Still slavin' for the white man trying to get a salary
Yes massa as long as my pockets green like a salad be
I know it's sad but reality f*ck my mentality
I know I got Malcolm heated somewhere Farrakhan mad at me
Actually I'm mad too, my soul was the casualty
I'm bout my business but the weed help me keep it casually
Life a bitch but still ain't come close to f*ck her vaginally
But if I hit her picture me rollin' nigga imagine me
I'll be runnin' the city good luck tryin' to tackle me
Can't hold me down cant shackle me
Everything done immaculately
The pockets stay clean every pass made accurately
But I told you life a bitch and that bitch turning her back on me

I ain't shit and I know that
My soul flat and my heart gone
I hope it grow back, the old me
Wish I could go back, nah f*ck that
Seen too much to ever go back
Why you think I smoke the whole pack, nigga
I ain't shit and I know that
My soul flat and my heart gone
I hope it grow back, the old me
Wish I could go back, nah f*ck that
Seen too much to ever go back
Why you think I smoke the whole pack, nigga
Yeah, why you think I smoke the whole pack, nigga
Yeah, why you think I smoke the whole pack, nigga