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Drawing Symbols Lyrics - Artist : NLE Choppa
This shit called the truth (Oh)
Dubba-AA flex Know what I'm sayin', no rap clout (Oh, oh) Nigga really be goin' through some shit (Oh, oh) Gotta let a motherfucker know, know what I'm sayin' (Oh, oh) You don't know a nigga like we do (Oh, oh) This shit called the truth (Oh, oh, yeah) This is the sound (Oh, oh) They say Choppa got a baby, he ain't nothin' but fifteen The bitch lied to his face, she didn't take a Plan B Nine months later, now the nigga Chop with his seed He can't handle all his problems, so he smoke a lil' weed Mentally he hurtin', every day he suffer from depression They ask him what's wrong, but he can never express it This shit way too personal, stop askin' him questions This a true story that they got a nigga confessin' Conflict with his parents, they keep kickin' him out He walked to his friend's house, he had to sleep on the couch His momma think he goin' crazy, tryna figure him out Dad think he fucke dup and he said that he foul Startin' to feel empty and he don't know what to do He disrespectin' all the teachers, he a menace in school Students thinkin' he a dummy 'cause he act like a fool But they don't know a nigga life and what he goin' through I'm bipolar and I got anger issues I'm scared of the outcome so I don't tell the truth Runnin' from my problems, I don't know what to do So much pain in my raps, I confess in the booth Why these niggas steady hatin', man, I don't have a clue Dreek tellin' me to chill, but I'ma give him the blues If he run up on me, I swear to God I'ma shoot It's my life or his, you know which one I'ma choose He might be goin' insane 'cause every night that he cry Tears rollin' down his cheeks until he close his eyes He told his momma he don't care if he dead or alive Fatal thoughts of suicide, he wanna take his life Lovin' basketball but he don't live it no more Fighting' with his teammates, cussin' out the coach Yeah, ussin' out the coach, uh, bitch, ayy Heartbroken, he can't show no love Love would get a nigga killed and it's hard to trust I don't fuck with too many, they might set me up One phone call, they can get a nigga wetter Sometimes I really wanna die and don't give a fuck Put your tool in the sky for your loved one Snakes all in the grass, I had to mow 'em Snakes all in the grass, I had to mow 'em I'm bipolar and I got anger issues I'm scared of the outcome so I don't tell the truth Runnin' from my problems, I don't know what to do So much pain in my raps, I confess in the booth Why these niggas steady hatin', man, I don't have a clue Dreek tellin' me to chill, but I'ma give him the blues If he run up on me, I swear to God I'ma shoot It's my life or his, you know which one I'ma choose You know which one I'ma choose, ayy You know which one I'ma choose, ayy Ayy, and bitch, this here the truth Ayy, this here the truth You know which one I'ma choose, you know which one I'ma choose In this life that I'm winning' and young nigga can't lose, yeah Bitch, you know which one I'ma choose You know which one I'ma choose This is the Sound |
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