Cashus Clay - Forsaken (Radio Version) lyrics

[Intro: Sample from [?] and Breez Evahflowin'] [Sample from [?]] My God, my God. Why hast thou forsaken me? [Breez Evahflowin'] Real life for your eyes. Sound Plus Rhythm styles. Breez Evahflowin'. No doubt. What you speaking? [Hook: Sample from [?]] (x4) My God, my God. Why hast thou forsaken me? [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] “To hell with the preacher man” That's what the one said who run dead streets. The plan Defeat the mind—the purpose of a gram Sonny seen a pound plus various visions of lust Made a man into dust over small fusses What he trustses ain't a damn thing Except the sk**s of the hand swing My man king, ghetto felon Swelling the one-man armed rebellion Haunted by the blue ghost—two close calls Now his balls bigger than boulders Took a jig to the throat, a slug to the shoulder The older, the colder he gets The road to regrets is bypa**ed by making fast work of witnesses The lips is sealed in the battlefield My man slither like a eel A real live shocker. What the deal? Chill that Malik poppa You got him strung out improper Malik made it out, studied how to play capper Tried to let you know Yo, my man seen his daddy. So mad, he lost control Yeah, you playing for a punk but you could fail to understand And be amazing how them punks we get bowled over, fam You was all up in your plan, laid back Your man seen it coming, didn't say jack A payback for scheming—now you screaming Seen the real demon when you caught lead Vital sign code red. Opened up you lip and said [Hook: Sample from [?]] (x4) My God, my God. Why hast thou forsaken me? [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] Yo, some sacrifices ain't worth it Shorty playing love on the surface Her purpose is petty, the pretty battery ever ready Going steady for confetti papers She be your personal rump-shaker service 1-900-GETNERVOUS Hurt is the urban type Getting hype when you turn to lights Guaranteed satisfaction Shorty seen more action than Saigon Shake unforgettable with incredible edible nylon Flipping off the wall like Krylon Style on point, precision Mamacita on the mission Fishing in your financial status Deleting data from your data banks Say the thanks, watch your wallet walk the plank Sank to the bottom She got him locked down for dollars Whether be hustler, scholar, bad boys, or ballers The call is free. To get one, you gotta see three figures Or chicky ain't trying to see Bigger men. Tried to capture, even slap her several times But in these rebel times, these devil dimes roll with several nines Wine and roses. A man proposes Suppose his heart was in the right But you ain't tried to see the light Your speed is like past presence Your tainted essence made in messes of your mind From Uncle Ty up in your dressers From adolescence. Now aggression is dealt From the pain that remains after pleasure is felt But what you smelt smoking Went out for delf—now your health broken Soaking pillows, willow-weeping No more time keeping You keeping time while your life leaking Waiting for long sleeping. So now you speaking [Hook: Sample from [?]] (x5) My God, my God. Why hast thou forsaken me?