Letra de ' FLOCKER'S remorse ' de Ray Vaughn

Man, I'm finna call the homie right now, nigga, you over here tweakin'
This nigga not answering the ph-
Man, aye, tell this nigga he tweakin' right now
This nigga talkin' 'bout robbin' Poly Burgers, nigga
Robbin' Poly Burgers? Man, come on dawg, this a crashout mission?
Crash out
No, it's Desperado mission, nigga, I'm hungry out here
This nigga know all of us, he been knowing you since you was like four or five
He know your mama, your grandma, he know everybody
On God
So, he know how I'm rockin'
Man, he know we ain't finna get no chili cheese fries special around this motherfucker
Man, you 'bout to get a first class trip to level four, stupid
Ain't nobody stupid
Dumb dumb
Boy, fuck this shit
Man, aight, man, they gon' tap in with you later and take this dumb ass nigga to the house
Aight, I, I love you
Aight, aight

Yeah
I got bills pilin' up, fridge empty too
For a week straight, chicken noodle soup
Call from my side bitch, she said the baby due
Bucket catchin' all the rain holes in my roof
Landlord beatin' down the door, but I ain't got the rent
So every dollar that I earned, I already spent
Niggas air yo business out, that's why I'm always scared to vent
And they said they love me all the time, but I still ain't convinced
I don't know if God sayin' fuck me, or my luck just gone
'Cause every time I turn around, it's somethin' else goin' wrong
That nigga that invented flockin', I bet he was broke
If I leave the house and come back wit' nothing, it's a long way home
I'm scared that if I go to sleep, then I might die a bum
I'm scared my people can't count on me, ain't scared of dying young
I made 450, the first thing I did was buy a gun
I had eight jobs this year and I got fired from every one

Sometimes my nights could get long, my nigga
Sometimes I feel life did me wrong, my nigga
Most of the time, I be alone, my nigga
Prayin' for the day I could be on, yeah

Life been hittin' hard and I 'bout fuckin' had it
Can't afford no diapers, baby mama bashin'
Bill collector callin', mind doin' backflips
I'm on my dick, dawg, gotta make somethin' happen
If you was gon' help, it would be automatic
If you was gon' help, it would be automatic
Bill collector callin', mind doin' backflips
I'm on my dick, dawg, gotta make somethin' happen

Had to pawn what I could and sell what I had
Now all my dreams feel distant when the luck this bad
My car broke down this past week and I been sleepin' in it
Then I broke down talkin' to mama, said: I need a minute
Phone disconnected, God then went AWOL
The same time I seen my stepdaddy hit a 8-ball
That's trill life, either way, it is what it is
Had to split a six piece nugget with my mothafuckin' kids
That type of pain'll make yo' heart explode
I love 'em all wit' my whole chest, I hope my daughters know
If I get caught and I get sent up to that level four
Don't let no nigga that you fuckin' ever call you ho, oh, yeah

Sometimes my nights could get long, my nigga
Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my nigga
Most of the time, I be alone, my nigga
Prayin' for the day I could be on, yeah

Life been hittin' hard and I 'bout fuckin' had it
Can't afford no diapers, baby mama bashin'
Bill collector callin', mind doin' backflips
I'm on my dick, dawg, gotta make somethin' happen
If you was gon' help, it would be automatic
If you was gon' help, it would be automatic
Bill collector callin', mind doin' backflips
I'm on my dick, dawg, gotta make somethin' happen

Gotta make a way, every step, gotta rebirth
Every move watched, gotta grind till my feet hurt
One slip up, and I'm gone, face the Reaper
Last thing I wanna be on is a t-shirt
Last thing I wanna be on is a t-shirt
Last thing I wanna be on is a t–