Guidance/Amnesia (intro) Lyrics

All this shit it got my mind racing

Smoke so much I feel dehydrated

So much shit been on my mind lately (can't stop thinking)

To myself maybe I won't make it ( my soul aching)

Heart breaking

And I heard what they said

I'm tryna get out my head

Taking these drugs only way I can hide it

I think I need some guidance

I do my best on my own

I tell u to leave but I hate when your gone

And I'm sorry for leading you on

I just can't stand being alone

I just can't stand being alone

I just can't stand being alone

(I'm sorry for leading you on)

I just can't stand being alone

I just can't stand being alone

Pour me up

Stress and anxiety fuxking up fuxk

Half way finished pour another cup

Love will have a nigga questioning his blood

Drugs a make u feel like u don't gaf

Slums I came from the mud

Half these niggas talkin ain't have to struggle for much

Which yk bout pouring cereal and seeing bugs

We ain't have no mattress we was sleeping on a rugs

They say pressure make diamonds that type pressure make a killer

I Was born in the trenches and left that shit a dealer

Always has my mama ain't have no father figure

Man I'm with the gang

Switch this shit up

Father if u listening I think I need ya help

I been saving everybody but can't seem to save myself

Put my whole heart in the freezer make sure it don't melt

Lend a hand and now they got amnesia soon as I need help

Shit get deep round here the weed Im sellin might as well be kelp

In the streets u wanna be somebody keep it one in ya belt

Underneath I see you niggas tryna leach to get some rep

If he reach I might just leave him in the street that Nigga dead

these bitches signs is danger all they shit they say be cap

Knew this Bitch she was a angel had a man still let me clap

Why everytime a bitch is bad for u her pussy crack

How come everytime somebody say they down they turn they back

I swear I cannot relax until the whole gang driving scats

Tell me how I'm gone sit on my ass when I got gas to trap

Said he like that we ran down and that boy had a asthma attack

I get bitches, and get money, if u don't ya life is sad

I'll be damned if I don't make it where I wanna be off rap

I'll be damned before I ever let a thot convince she that

On the gram u living luxury in real life u down bad

Back then When I was on my ass my bro told me pick up a pack

Some niggas turn to mice that come wit falling in the trap

I don't see a price just hit the mall and spent a stack

I called brodie phone I just had to show I'm getting racks

Bro hopped in duffle Brodie had some bands when he called back