Luyện nghe bài hát So Much

Lately I've been going through more bullshit, than a fighter
So when I say my praises to God, one verse is like a choir
My thought is pain, strain and stressing me to death
Everyday is a rehearsal, that's prepping me for death

I think I'm ready because this ain't no friend of mine
Only thing I qualify for, is murder and time
Y'all should of shot me, in the Jimmy
But I guess was feeling each other, to get head in the bed

Here I am, first born torn between heaven and
I tell my people so no to but I let it sell
Need to my preaching, calling the kettle black
I know I'm on pot or not, I gotta peddle crack

Ain't nobody got my back, except the when they on it
So I be going for broke, demolishing my
Leaving no traces just on faces, believe that
HK I'ma squeeze that, you even want be back

I got through so much, so I try to stay up
Because, when I'm I can't maintain
Even though I do my best, the only I earn is stress
So I, spend most of my days chilling Mary Jane

I can't focus, I'm losing my mind fast
Dreaming and fending for the day, I could make real cash
Dropping album after album, song after song
But it's like I ain't did nothing, 'cause the lights on

How can I win, like everything I do is a motherfucking sin
It got a nigga, to see my end
All of my friends are fake, come around when I'm spending cash
But when I'm broke they out the do', with spinning fast

Lonely, daily dodging the but he on me
Telling my fuck him, 'cause he be working
Through my homies burning bridges and I give a fuck
y'all laughing at me, when I couldn't get a buck

It's all gravy baby, I got hurdles
I'm trying to jump my residence
And my vehicle, is something I over
And it might not be but it's all I got
So I paint it, promethium is all I pop

I got so much, so I try to stay fucked up
Because, when I'm sober I can't
Even though I do my best, the only thing I is stress
So I, spend of my days chilling with Mary Jane

I'm on pretrial now and I can't smoke no
'Cause if I catch a dirty, I'm T I M E
My first ever sober, it's fucking with my brain
Got a nigga with an attitude, I maintain

If you cross me I'll bring it to you hard, not
Living like I'm invincible, one day it's gonna me
When time to pay up, and I lay up in a grave
Bury me with a fifty sack, and a motherfucking 12

Hey, no love in my
'Cause my homies was phony, straight the motherfucking start
Why I get a ride, if I ain't have no weed, these motherfuckers
Ain't my people, they be strangers up a reverend breed

So I bless the streets, my Smith-n-Wesson
And if you beefing with me nigga, better get weapon
You better pray that I'm codeine and I'm tripping
But I let you add up to my problems, I will leave you tripping

I got through so much, so I try to stay up
Because, I'm sober I can't maintain
Even though I do my best, the thing I earn is stress
So I, most of my days chilling with Mary Jane