XAH-Vi - Chronicles of Youth Lyrics

I use to put faith in a blunt
I use to sip on dat drank
I use to sit in the dark
Wanted to die
Every day
I popped them xanny's
For months
I crushed em all up at once
I rolled it all in a blunt
You niggas did it for fun
Too many fake niggas be posin
I just be spillin emotions
All you niggas be cappin
I put my heart in this rappin
I can not cap about trappin
Young nigga no i don't be trappin
And Im still dreamin everyday
About the same girl
Curly hair, brown skin
Yeah
I made her toes curl
Now n' Days
Im lucid dreamin'
Word to Juice Wrld
Every day i thank the lord
That I made 24
Born back in 94
Now my momma
Steady sayin
You a grown boy
I still got a lot
To learn
Imma broke boy
I wanna buy my
Mom a house
So i gotta take this route
And never given up
Until I show for it
For real, nigga
And im from dat Westside
Thats the best side
I don't need no mob ties
Had to get my mind right
I don't need a co-sign
I done been through hell and back
Yeah, ain't no switchin sides
Niggas steady switchin sides
They betray you when you blind
Yeah that shit suicide
And im steady sayin
Damn
Whats the point of havin
Friends if they really loose
Ends
For Real

Cold hearted
Mind is numb
Lonely boy
Love is gone
Heart beat like drum
Yeah
Temptation
Fornication
Cross faded
Heart stoppin'
Tears droppin'
Bodies droppin'
Niggas still
Flexin Choppas'
Niggas still
Flexin Choppas'
I had a couple friends
And never went to class
All day talk about is
Body bag, Body Bag
Whip the dope
Get the cash
Im like
Why you trappin for some clout
Nigga go a different route
You still smashing lil keisha
Lil keisha
Runnin out
Lil kiesha
Gettin rondoed
She been passed around
Please listen what im sayin nigga
Trnya help you out
Yo momma home cryin
Damn she dat you been lien
She say
Why you coming home hella late
Step dad retaliate
Now you feeling hella froggy
Put a pistol to his face
He been slappin yo momma
Pistol whip em in the face
You lightin up a blunt again
Just to numb all the pain
But that shit still be inside you
Stop putting all yo faith in
Theses drugs and this violence
Thats why I stay on my balance
Them niggas you rollin wit
Yeah you know they aint bout it
They gone get you killed
I'm speaking some knowledge
They just sellin they soul for a couple
Dollars
Stay rich in your heart
Not just for the diamonds my nigga
I survived suicide
Wit no therapy
I was sipping syrup
Poppin xans
It was killin' me
94
Chi-town
Born from a
Black queen
Atlanta raised
Hella brave
Demons comin
Watch my bat swing
Watch my bat swing
Nigga