IN MY HEAD Lyrics

I told lil brodie put the cup down but he in his head alot

Yuh, yea, If niggas dissin got extensions we gone spin another block

P-T-S-D, baby, yea I'm trippin' The other day, my grandma told me that I'm

Gifted We got pounds if we can't sell it, local ship it

My bro got rounds and he tryna leave them niggas missin, leave em missin,yuh

Free my nigga Beazy, they got him locked in Heard them niggas dissin', we got em popped then

Thinking bout what I rap about cause I'm tryna be in the top ten

Gotta spit the real feel like the only one, My mama lost her son, now I'm her only one

I seen my father go through hard times, just to show me somethin

Sometimes what you put in the life don't even give you nothin

This life too crazy, bro, I'm tired of hearin' gun talk

Instead of talk it out like men, they let the guns talk

Outlining bodies all summer they using white chalk

My heart been damaged and I'm tryna find the right doc

I'm tryna stay on track but brodie this is a lonely road

You said you love me, but your love it really never showed

That season Jason died, was cold, he made the summer snow

I'm smokin' O's inside a Ghost, we from the East Coast, nigga

Bro got a pole, but still got popped, he ain't get to reload, nigga

Can't fuck a thot, that ain't my goal, cause she a free hoe, nigga

Got dreams of buying Bentley trucks just got a peep, though, nigga

One day the family gon' be sitchy, no more sad days

They say to balance out my feelings, but the sad weighs

I try to act like it ain't happen, but the sad stays

Life don't make sense, and now I'm fallin' back to sadways

Runnin' a race that I feels rigged, now I'm in last place

I tried to stop from smokin' drugs, but love my past ways

I need to chill out, cause this shit what made bro pass away

LLD, long live my brother man I swear that shit it hurt to say

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I told lil' brodie put the cup down, but he in his head a lot

Yeah, yeah, niggas dissin', got extensions, we gon' spin another block

Yeah, yeah, PTSD, baby, yea I'm trippin

The other day, my grandma told me that I'm gifted

If we got pounds if we can't sell it local, ship it

My bro got rounds and he tryna leave, them niggas missin', leave em missin', yeah