Nappy Headed

It’s so much stress inside my brain, I try my best to drift off
You wouldn’t understand my pain unless you lost all of your dawgs
Made it through the rainy days and only seen fog
Im on the highway straight to hell and I been tryna get off
Had to get my shit dreaded, nappy headed get you picked off
Way before I change my ways I let that stick talk
Niggas gon' call me lame but that’s okay I’m still a big boss
Yeah that’s okay as long as we on the same page
Okay I’m on fire like propane, high off life like cocaine
And I’m still gettin' paid, been ridin' through 15K
I come straight out that gang
I’m glad I made it out safe
When shit had hit the fan, I prayed that they had non to say
10 band-aids in like 30 days my heart just ain’t the sam
I get so full of rage, I made a way, they made me wait
Fuck the? and fuck the state, I ain’t been thinkin' straight
Nigga don’t touch my greatness, lately I met judges face-to-face
Bitch don’t touch my patience, frankly i won’t hesitate
100K in all franklins baby that’s my favorite way
I made 8K today, juiced up like Gatorade
Thinking like fuck the fame, rather be making plays with gang
Rest in peace them soldiers, talk to me lil J
If we had one last conversation maybe I wouldn’t feel this way
But who am I to make that statement going from state to state
I wish that I could get away sometimes I cry late
It’s so much stress inside my brain, I try my best to drift off
You wouldn’t understand my pain unless you lost all of your dawgs
Made it through them rainy days and only seen fog
Im on the highway straight to hell and I been tryna get off