TruthCity - Outro lyrics

(Verse) Aye yo B, I just ask that you pardon all of this smooth sh** But I'm drunk now and this moon lit And my thoughts racing and lately man this booth feel like a pulpit And this Henny lowerin' my eyes now No tears, I'm all cried out But we both here, not quite sure if this is meant to be but we'll find out If it works out then you take half and you throw that sh** to your daughter I owe you all this, you my brother, though I look to you like my father Man I look to you when it all hurts and I pray to God that this all works Damn I just pray to God that this all works for my mom's sake and my sister's too She been without a job but she gettin' through My uncle called, said he need a buck, gave my last dime and I made due I work two jobs, man I'm focused My conscious tell me keep going Though I'm tired as hell, would say f** it but I just clock in and keep hopin' But I'm stressin' out Every dime trynna stretch it out Watch the weight turn to pressure now Tell me pray but it's hard to have faith, hard to have faith n***a when ya bed's ya couch and you eatin' the same sh** everyday Puttin' in work just hopin, hopin' just maybe, just maybe you might get a blessing out Man it's different from being a teen Young, trynna stack rent, on top of chasin' your dreams And trynna keep the lights still lit, write real sh** Why the f** I'm still trying? Cus my sister's only 9 and her Nikes don't fit Still I walk around like everything's fine Man it seems now adays I'm always faded, I'm always drinkin' Overwhelmed from just overthinkin' I'm over waitin', ribs touchin' my heart, goddamn it I'm posed to make it While you forced to watch, stop complaining You had your shot and now the odds are changing Stars aligning, I'm trynna grind so we all can make it f** relying on the next man, no best friends Man I love these boys like my brothers Put work in and then bless my n***as till we all paying each other Could be anywhere, man I'll fly back Bail money, I got that Phone bill, rent money, alimony, man all that sh**, anything that you need boy, that's word to E. man I'm all in Ain't sh** change but the target n***a, I'm still the same n***a I've always been Tell Pressure pick up his jack, we made decisions in the wrong moments But I'm still down, if you come back, I'll be standin' here with my arms open New season, man f** ya year, this the trill sh** that you love to hear You should document this, mark this as the day that they let some real n***as up in here Treat every track like I need rent, I'll be here long as I see fit Only 23, think I'm good now, stick around, you ain't seen sh** (Voicemails)