D-Day: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape

Ballin in Newport

The Lost Boy

We Gon Make It (feat. Meek Mill)

Nightmares Are Real (feat. Pusha T)

Thanksgiving

Family Matters (feat. Arin Ray)

lyrics:
I heard you’re doing fine now 
new apartment, new smile,
new friends who laugh too loud
at jokes that aren’t even funny.
And I’m here, peeling myself off the floor
like a sticker that’s lost all its glue.
You said “you’ll get through this.”
Congratulations 
you were wrong again.


I hope your perfect mornings feel heavy sometimes.
I hope your mirror cracks one day
just to show you what you left behind.
Not because I’m cruel 
because I want you to understand
what it’s like to breathe through broken glass.


I hope your heaven has a waiting room
where you sit with the ghosts
of everyone you ever walked away from.
I hope they ask you
why you never came back.
And I hope 
you finally realize
that leaving me behind
didn’t make you lighter.
It made you hollow.


You ever notice how easy it is
to forget the people
who held your shaking hands
when you couldn’t sleep?
Funny how fast gratitude dies
when new company shows up
with colder eyes
and nicer clothes.
But don’t worry 
I won’t make a scene.
I’ll just bleed quietly
like I always do.


I don’t need revenge.
Life already took its pound of flesh.
But I hope your nights get quiet enough
that you hear yourself think 
then I hope you hate
every single thought that answers back.


I hope your heaven has a waiting room
with all the moments
you swore you’d never forget.
I hope they sit in silence
and stare right through you.
I hope you finally feel
what it means to lose something
you can’t replace
just because you were tired
of holding it.

I’m not asking you to hurt.
I’m asking you to understand.
There’s a difference.
One makes you human.
The other makes you me.

I hope your heaven has a waiting room 
one you can’t walk out of
no matter how pretty the exit looks.
Sit with what you broke.
Sit with what you forgot.
Sit with the version of me
that begged you to stay.
And when the lights finally flicker,
and the room goes dark,
I hope you feel
even a fraction
of what I carried.

If there’s justice,
it isn’t kind.
If there’s heaven,
I hope it makes you wait.

We Gon Make It (feat. Meek Mill)

Cordae

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