Bury My Problems

歌詞

All I wanna know is where the cheese at (Who run it?) where the keys at (Who run it?) Keep it easy (Who run it?) you don't wanna get skeeted (Who run it?) Yeah, I rob, yeah, I steal Yeah, I'll put your body in a field (Shit crazy out here, man, fuck) Man, this pain run deep, I'm sippin' drank to go to sleep Fightin' demons in my head, I trust you far as I can see Man, this pain run deep, I'm at the bank six times a week Fuck it up, but I'm discrete, don't compare, you can't compete Man, this pain run deep, I'm sippin' drank to go to sleep Fightin' demons in my head, I trust you far as I can see Man, this pain run deep, I'm at the bank six times a week Fuck it up, but I'm discrete, don't compare, you can't compete Bitch just thought she seen a ghost All this power like I'm Ghost Got this Glock, this bitch a ghost With a switch, now your ass toast I might pop out with a loaf Can't pick one 'cause I want both Know some shawties, they on go They better not never get your lo' It's the drugs, they takin' over If I'm not sober, I act a fool Cover the dirt with diamonds Cover the bullet wounds with tattoos Buried my problems in mulah First time I took shrooms, I was too high I stop my feelings with pain meds It's nasty, but I chew mine Straight in my bloodstream, walk inside the club mean Mad as hell that I'm this fly, a bitch can't hug me Without the pain, I might be broke If that's the case, I want some more Demons can't wait 'til I doze off, but them Addies keep me woke Man, this pain run deep, I'm sippin' drank to go to sleep Fightin' demons in my head, I trust you far as I can see Man, this pain run deep, I'm at the bank six times a week Fuck it up, but I'm discrete, don't compare, you can't compete Man, this pain run deep, I'm sippin' drank to go to sleep Fightin' demons in my head, I trust you far as I can see Man, this pain run deep, I'm at the bank six times a week Fuck it up, but I'm discrete, don't compare, you can't compete Can't-can't-can't compete, can't-can't-can't-can't compete Can't-can't-can't compete, can't-can't-can't-can't compete On the phone, you hear my arguin', I'm dealin' with some heat The therapist blow my line up, makin' sure it's not the streets 'Cause goin' back ain't a problem, it's the niggas that's with me If the police pull me over, all this stress might get released Multi-platinum rapper, thug, mugshot on Channel 3 I just smoke my weed, sometimes it's all I need to fuckin' breathe Run a million-dollar business, nigga, none of this is easy I got cribs around the country, nigga, good luck if you see me Hoes blowin' up my line knowin' I'm married, bitch, you needy Changed my number on this game, my next bag worth somethin' silly You can't understand your pain, tell somebody you need help 'Cause, nigga, I did the same to make sure I don't hurt myself Man, this pain run deep, I'm sippin' drank to go to sleep You can now dial 988 if you're experiencing a mental health crisis Gangster-ass city, we ain't goin' out sad Quick to run up on a nigga, put the money in the bag I'm a Northside nigga, had to run up me some cash Goyard luggage, thirty thousand for a bag M-Land nigga, welcome to the murder capital We know you ain't never did shit, who you cappin' to? My lil' nigga made it to the news, he went national Mob ties, if I give a look, then they whackin' you This our city, this our town Catch you out of bounds, then you know it's going down Hoes shakin' ass and they throw it on the ground Settin' niggas up when that money come around You can get your issue, ain't got time for the arguin' Babies on the powder, Johnson & Johnson Front-row seats, me and D on the hardwood Still ain't fucking with a couple niggas, but it's all good Real wig splitters, real money getters First time I counted up a mil', I got jitters Dirty-ass bitches with the bugs and the critters Lame-ass niggas in the club with the killers She a real dick swallower, you ain't gotta gas her up Posted online what she do to these niggas Buyin' all the bottles up, fuckin' all the models up Hell naw, I ain't got no love for you niggas Gangster-ass city, we ain't goin' out sad Quick to run up on a nigga, put the money in the bag I'm a Northside nigga, had to run up me some cash Goyard luggage, thirty thousand for a bag M-Land nigga, welcome to the murder capital We know you ain't never did shit, who you cappin' to? My lil' nigga made it to the news, he went national Mob ties, if I give a look, then they whackin' you North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound