Luyện nghe bài hát So Much

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

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

Here I am, first born torn heaven and hell
I my people so no to dope but I let it sell
to practice my preaching, calling the kettle black
I I'm on pot before 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 blood on faces, 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 sober I can't
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 real
Dreaming and fending for the day, I could make some cash
Dropping album after album, platinum after song
But it's like I ain't did nothing, the lights ain't on

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

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

all gravy baby, I got bigger hurdles
I'm to jump over my residence
And my vehicle, is something I over
And it not be much but it's all I got
So when I paint it, is all I pop

I got so much, so I try to stay fucked up
Because, when I'm sober I maintain
Even though I do my best, the thing I earn is stress
So I, most of my days chilling with Mary Jane

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

If you me I'll bring it to you hard, not softly
Living like I'm invincible, one day it's gonna me
When it's 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 from the motherfucking
Why couldn't I get a ride, if I have no weed, these motherfuckers
Ain't my people, they gotta be strangers up a breed

So I bless the streets, my Smith-n-Wesson
And if you beefing me nigga, better get your weapon
You better pray that I'm and I'm just tripping
But I won't let you add up to my problems, I will you tripping

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