[Chorus]
Should I be happy or sad
The feelin’ of good or just bad
Rock life I’m Rad
The feeling of hope I once had
I don’t feel hatred
I’m feelin’ like Satan
What am I sayin’
I think that I’m playin’ but I ain’t even playin’
Am I?
Am I?
Am I?
Am I?
Nigga
[Verse 1]
I’m living a rock life
Like Baka I’m not nice
I’m sippin’ on syrup it’s not right
I season da pot wit all spice (lean)
I have feelings too (ya)
I am really human
You get money, boomin
Smoke on cigar, Cuban (uh)
Yea, the girl I wanted wanna curved me
She ain’t even worthy
She’ll be alone at 30
She wanted my jersey
She off in a hurry
She hurry a scurry
But I’m never worried
I can’t deal wit flirty bitches
I don’t want no dirty bitches
They just give me blurry vision
They just wanna have my children
Lovely thots, they be hidden
Want a watch, they be hidden
Sexy girl look Sicilian
Middle eastern, love those women
She ain’t Christian her religion
Middle eastern that pavilion yea
I want money, end up counting’ all them billions (yea)
I just wanna ride them billions yea
Money change yuh mood
And yuh fucking feelings yea
If they help me, I fly out all my niggas
I shoot out for all my niggas (my niggas)
And I will try for all my niggas
Yea, yea, yea
[Chorus]
Should I be happy or sad
The feelin’ of good or just bad
Rock life I’m Rad
The feeling of hope I once had
I don’t feel hatred
I’m feelin’ like Satan
What am I sayin’
I think that I’m playin’ but I ain’t even playin’
Am I?
Am I?
Am I?
Am I?
Nigga
[Verse 2]
Stop! think!
I kick out da shit like a brink
Stop! breathe
I swear these bitches elite
Whole! emotions
I want the love and devotion
Truth! Hurts (truth hurts)
Picture being held by a curse
2016 I was feelin’ depressed
The following year was a damn test
You hurt my chest
Came out da struggle so I’m blessed (on God)
I have feelings too
I am really human
You get money, boomin
Smoke on cigar, Cuban (uh)
Backwoods cigar
Weed in the jar
Shoot like a star
I’m goin’ far
They actin‘ bazar
I’m black like noir
Skirt off in da car (yea)
I have feelings too
I am really human
You get money, boomin
Smoke on cigar, Cuban
[Post-Chorus]
The truth hurts when it’s not in your favor
You know!?
It’s a fact I got it tatted on me
I just want all my people to be happy before I go to Earth-2
It’ll all even out
Truth Hurts
Should I be happy or sad
The feelin’ of good or just bad
Rock life I’m Rad
The feeling of hope I once had
I don’t feel hatred
I’m feelin’ like Satan
What am I sayin’
I think that I’m playin’ but I ain’t even playin’
Am I?
Am I?
Am I?
Am I?
Nigga
[Verse 1]
I’m living a rock life
Like Baka I’m not nice
I’m sippin’ on syrup it’s not right
I season da pot wit all spice (lean)
I have feelings too (ya)
I am really human
You get money, boomin
Smoke on cigar, Cuban (uh)
Yea, the girl I wanted wanna curved me
She ain’t even worthy
She’ll be alone at 30
She wanted my jersey
She off in a hurry
She hurry a scurry
But I’m never worried
I can’t deal wit flirty bitches
I don’t want no dirty bitches
They just give me blurry vision
They just wanna have my children
Lovely thots, they be hidden
Want a watch, they be hidden
Sexy girl look Sicilian
Middle eastern, love those women
She ain’t Christian her religion
Middle eastern that pavilion yea
I want money, end up counting’ all them billions (yea)
I just wanna ride them billions yea
Money change yuh mood
And yuh fucking feelings yea
If they help me, I fly out all my niggas
I shoot out for all my niggas (my niggas)
And I will try for all my niggas
Yea, yea, yea
[Chorus]
Should I be happy or sad
The feelin’ of good or just bad
Rock life I’m Rad
The feeling of hope I once had
I don’t feel hatred
I’m feelin’ like Satan
What am I sayin’
I think that I’m playin’ but I ain’t even playin’
Am I?
Am I?
Am I?
Am I?
Nigga
[Verse 2]
Stop! think!
I kick out da shit like a brink
Stop! breathe
I swear these bitches elite
Whole! emotions
I want the love and devotion
Truth! Hurts (truth hurts)
Picture being held by a curse
2016 I was feelin’ depressed
The following year was a damn test
You hurt my chest
Came out da struggle so I’m blessed (on God)
I have feelings too
I am really human
You get money, boomin
Smoke on cigar, Cuban (uh)
Backwoods cigar
Weed in the jar
Shoot like a star
I’m goin’ far
They actin‘ bazar
I’m black like noir
Skirt off in da car (yea)
I have feelings too
I am really human
You get money, boomin
Smoke on cigar, Cuban
[Post-Chorus]
The truth hurts when it’s not in your favor
You know!?
It’s a fact I got it tatted on me
I just want all my people to be happy before I go to Earth-2
It’ll all even out
Truth Hurts
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