(LYRICS.)
I been that nigga since 14.
Maybe way younger, I honestly can’t even tell.
I’m getting better and better with every export while actually going through hell.
Corner of Zion, we breaking it even.
Street life fast, can’t move like a snail.
Corner of Zion, we breaking it even.
We had to trap out the house with a scale.
I’ll send a pack thru the mail on the third.
I’ll get it back by the eighth.
Ion do drugs but I’m slurring my words.
Ion got too much to say.
Why you still love me?
You don’t got a reason to.
I’m finna question your faith.
I got too much on my mind.
Too much on my heart too much on my plate.

I make a beat and go dumb.
Lie and I’m chopping ya tongue.
Put that on my chains.
I’m my momma only son.
That’s why I been holding guns.
Since 1st Grade.
How you gon tell me it’s gon be okay?
You ain’t even feel my pain?
I ain’t got nobody else to project it on.
I’ve got my own self to blame.

And I hate myself so much.
I say it everyday.
I don’t know who to trust.
They’ll lie right to my face.
And I know I’m not enough.
I can’t delay disgrace.
But I killed myself again to get her back.
I think I’m saved.

“Can I ask you one more thing?”
“Do you still prefer the truth?”
“Would you say I’m falling off?”
“If I come kick it with you?”
“Would you still love me the same?”
“If I told what I’ve been through.”
“All the evil that I’ve done.”
“And the evil that I’ll do.”

I been that nigga since 14.
Maybe way younger, I honestly can’t even tell.
I’m getting better and better with every export while actually going through hell.
Corner of Zion, we breaking it even.
Street life fast, can’t move like a snail.
Corner of Zion, we breaking it even.
We had to trap out the house with a scale.
I’ll send a pack thru the mail on the third.
I’ll get it back by the eighth.
Ion do drugs but I’m slurring my words.
Ion got too much to say.
Why you still love me?
You don’t got a reason to.
I’m finna question your faith.
I got too much on my mind.
Too much on my heart too much on my plate.

I make a beat and go dumb.
Lie and I’m chopping ya tongue.
Put that on my chains.
I’m my momma only son.
That’s why I been holding guns.
Since 1st Grade.
How you gon tell me it’s gon be okay?
You ain’t even feel my pain?
I ain’t got nobody else to project it on.
I’ve got my own self to blame.

CORNER OF ZION. | (LAST STAND.) [PROD. MEEJ. X PHARA]

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