"Weight On My Shoulders" lyrics

This weight on my shoulders, I hated being sober
One day, they all showed up, used to play like they ain't know us
Smoke all my pain for some closure, to the grave, I'm a soldier
Them things shot his soul up, that's gang, our culture
I'm still the same, so what?
A lot of shit ain't ever changed when I got older, uh
He tryna bust a brain and go nuts
Traumatized by that dead body odor, we all got colder

Now you gotta get some money with me 'cause I'm tired of giving it out
Play with me, I up this semi and divide a nigga scalp
Bro died, my crib started feeling empty, it got silent in the house
The main shit be fucking with me, be somethin' I'm tryna forget about
You either throw or catch a shell, had it rough but L-O-L
All we know is death or jail, stick to the code, don't ever tell
Look where we was left, this shit was set up for us to fail
You can't live scared of death, I ain't thinking 'bout Heaven or Hell

This weight on my shoulders, I hated being sober
One day, they all showed up, used to play like they ain't know us
Smoke all my pain for some closure, to the grave, I'm a soldier
Them things shot his soul up, that's gang, our culture
I'm still the same, so what?
A lot of shit ain't ever changed when I got older, uh
He tryna bust a brain and go nuts
Traumatized by that dead body odor, we all got colder

I'm tryna focus on my strengths, how you ballin' from the bench?
They all sacrificed they morals 'cause of somethin' they resent
That be the reason these hoes'll fuck me when they know I got a bitch
Or 'cause they notice that I'm rich, or 'cause they notice I'm the shit
His trigger finger make him wanna spin like, "Bro, you know I got a itch"
From blood drops, this shit can't end like, "Bro, you know we gotta blitz"
When I speak my truth, it don't depend 'cause I ain't sugarcoatin' it
That's my broski, that's my twin, he always gon' know what I meant
Managing my coping mechanisms from survival instincts
He was told he better get 'em, think he a killer in the game
But he don't know he just a victim, it's like that growth won't ever hit him
His life flashed before he died, feel like his bros weren't ever with him
Fake love been killing me with kindness, I'm like, "Bitch, I'd rather die"
Fuck that ego, never-mind it, these days, I'd rather cry
This shit about divine timing, knowing that I'd rather try
Crazy, they couldn't hear me 'cause they blinded, couldn't do nothin' else but sigh

This weight on my shoulders, I hated being sober
One day, they all showed up, used to play like they ain't know us
Smoke all my pain for some closure, to the grave, I'm a soldier
Them things shot his soul up, that's gang, our culture
I'm still the same, so what?
A lot of shit ain't ever changed when I got older, uh
He tryna bust a brain and go nuts
Traumatized by that dead body odor, we all got colder