"Take My Hand (Freestyle)" lyrics
Before they take my soul I'm tryna let this shit be known and get it off my chest
I'm far from perfect doing wrong
Just know I try my best
Behind this gun I'm good at hiding
In fact I'm scared of death
Cause everytime I dream
I see dead people when I lay in bed
I get to thinkin bout the opps
And thinking bout my friends
I get to thinkin bout my family
Thinkin bout my grams
Granny I'm glad you met jhene
Before the days you left
Cause I got friends who got kids
Sum ain't even met
And this shit crazy
Police department been hella janky
All this time you spent in jail
Sum you can't replace it
I hate the streets but I love it
Because it's my motivation
Designer clothes expensive shit
Won't ever feel what's vacant
Aye fuck the opps
We gon shoot it out
When we crossing paths
I had friends that I called brothers
And they turned out bad
And all the times I almost died
This shit jus made me mad
Cause all the shootouts front my momma
House I apologized for that
Aye
I apologize for that
Tomorrow never promised
So I'm writing this letter being honest
Shit I can't even lie
The money turned me into a monster
All the shit I dodged
I guess you can say I'm lucky
Ain't it funny
What's bummy
Now bad bitches tryna fuck me
I was hungry
Ain't even know who really friends
Seem like the ones that care
Are the ones I just met
And it's fucked up
Cause that's how it ends
But If I tell you I love you
Just know I got you till the end
That goes for family too
I be wit steppas n designa shoes
Labels tryna move me outta town
Cause the shit we do
I ain't the type to judge
Because I been there too
And if my brothas shoot
I follow up
Cause that's what brothas do
Dam
Shouldn't feel good to shoot a human
Tryna kill for all these times
That I cried
I'm not a bad influence
Shouldn't feel good to shoot a human
Tryna kill for all these times
That I cried
I'm not a bad influence
I'm far from perfect doing wrong
Just know I try my best
Behind this gun I'm good at hiding
In fact I'm scared of death
Cause everytime I dream
I see dead people when I lay in bed
I get to thinkin bout the opps
And thinking bout my friends
I get to thinkin bout my family
Thinkin bout my grams
Granny I'm glad you met jhene
Before the days you left
Cause I got friends who got kids
Sum ain't even met
And this shit crazy
Police department been hella janky
All this time you spent in jail
Sum you can't replace it
I hate the streets but I love it
Because it's my motivation
Designer clothes expensive shit
Won't ever feel what's vacant
Aye fuck the opps
We gon shoot it out
When we crossing paths
I had friends that I called brothers
And they turned out bad
And all the times I almost died
This shit jus made me mad
Cause all the shootouts front my momma
House I apologized for that
Aye
I apologize for that
Tomorrow never promised
So I'm writing this letter being honest
Shit I can't even lie
The money turned me into a monster
All the shit I dodged
I guess you can say I'm lucky
Ain't it funny
What's bummy
Now bad bitches tryna fuck me
I was hungry
Ain't even know who really friends
Seem like the ones that care
Are the ones I just met
And it's fucked up
Cause that's how it ends
But If I tell you I love you
Just know I got you till the end
That goes for family too
I be wit steppas n designa shoes
Labels tryna move me outta town
Cause the shit we do
I ain't the type to judge
Because I been there too
And if my brothas shoot
I follow up
Cause that's what brothas do
Dam
Shouldn't feel good to shoot a human
Tryna kill for all these times
That I cried
I'm not a bad influence
Shouldn't feel good to shoot a human
Tryna kill for all these times
That I cried
I'm not a bad influence
