it be like that sometimes

Prod. by Riddiman

feburary

imean (2entendre)

agony

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Hot Coffee (Prod. BCLARK)

so many prod. by LethalNeedle

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Shameeka's Song

Prod. by LethalNeedle

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Another song tracking How The Story Goes

Lyrics below

Pick up the potion, I'm feeling ill, 
Head up on a swivel, I got a riddle, 
what lack but wants, what join your thoughts
What mix your mind, when read like wine, 
(Think you can tell me?)
Peace of mind all I'm looking for,
(When it rains it pours, what do you endure?)
Bullets spitting from every corner, gotta dodge em if you wanna 
(Live with no regrets, watching my every step)
Chalk lines painting angels on my doorsteps, 
Caution, before you cross it, know we at a loss and we exhausted

Wasn't long before I was off a nip to the juice
Temptation steady rising, pressure the only thing I can confide in
Knew back in school I couldn't fight it, uh 
I was mindless, still searching for where my mind is, can't give up with no time in
And I think this is perfect timing, honestly, I came from dirt poor
Rain used to quench the thirst and ease my soul
Could say I was bold with my ignorance
Always finger and question shit
No answers could be given bitch, stress weigh heavy on my fingertips
Woah, I'm stuck in my ways, see a problem get trapped and refrain
Bottle up the pain, I got a bottle of the same,
You know I make the most of the highs, fuck lows
Closing doors but, fuck it, ITS HOW THE STORY GOES!
My trials see no tribunal, every fight I choose it
Mine to lose and cause a movement, but I pause and view it
As something else more or less I second guess 
Feeling stressed though I'm blessed, banging on my chest
Ain't right when many of my niggas left
That last touch is lukewarm, been scorned and scarred
My body a work of art, dissect and pick it apart, and praise it when I'm gone
Cause the way I'm torn, I need peace of mind and more

Need some wine for my P.O.M, and even then
Nothing new to see and then, the news got me stressed man
Straight for the head how they hang man, damn
I can hear em laughing when our people is getting blasted
Its sad and I can tell that we all lacking and need to better manage 
They don't feel the passion from our actions
Still see us as savages, and it makes me mad as shit
In search for some peace of mind

Pick up the potion, I'm feeling ill, 
Head up on a swivel, I got a riddle, 
what lack but wants, what join your thoughts
What mix your mind, when read like wine, 
(Think you can tell me?)
Peace of mind all I'm looking for,
(When it rains it pours, what do you endure?)
Bullets spitting from every corner, gotta dodge em if you wanna 
(Live with no regrets, watching my every step)
Chalk lines painting angels on my doorsteps, 
Caution, before you cross it, know we at a loss and we exhausted, 
Sorry, but beg your pardon, I've been thinking often about the routes 
and flights that I take in
Theres much more at stake and, am I poor in pocket or in thought
Feel like both in this drought, forgot what life's about
When I see it all the time
In search for peace of mind
In search for peace of mind
In search for peace of mind

P.O.M

rainy days like every day

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The Journal - Feel Like

prod. by midsummer

days like this

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lyrics below

you see days like this, i pop my shit
pop my collar, ain't bound by nada
dust the dirt off my shoulders
while I carry the weight
nigga if i'm trailing behind, i pick up the pace
but the better I feel the worse I get
the further I move, i retrace my steps
and i'm sick of settling for less
you make em feel greater than, and now they shit is facing to left

nigga we overcame worse than this
get so high what are lows, grew up poor,
check my kicks, what are those, shit they shelther toes
I mean starbury had 3 million sold
I'm tryna stack my chips, but I go all in when a nigga feeling low
depression deep rooted in my soul, already faded but I'm still thinkin bout how much more I can go
when the hand you were dealt only good for a fold
but I bet my chips and hope it flips, but impatience just cast my flicks
what I say and what I think, I need to revisit the script
whose directing this shit? Oh God you a fool
threw me out the nest and boy i flew
nana would of said boy how you grew
ain't the same thief i knew, it was brief i know
remember your words were cold, but 

you see days like this, i pop my shit
pop my collar, ain't bound by nada
dust the dirt off my shoulders
while I carry the weight
nigga if i'm trailing behind, i pick up the pace
but the better I feel the worse I get
the further I move, i retrace my steps
and i'm sick of settling for less
you make em feel greater than, and now they shit is facing to left

no more regrets in the decisions i make 
and taking my time before they stay at my place
a few tears and i buy you a lake
shit you could lie to my face
as long as you lie on my face
when that shit is fire, pride seem to go away
and all the pain she just wash away
i guess it was bound to fade away
it was bound to fade away

days like this (prod. by midsummer)

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