Torn

If I'm just here to help you then I'm cool with that
I don't wanna but I gotta move with that
If I got my pole then I'm usin' that
Long as I got my soul I can't lose with that
Yeah

I can't tell my wrongs from my rights (from my rights)
Got me feelin' like I been alone all my life (all my life)
And I been a gangster all my life (all my life)
Tryna face my fears, sheddin' tears on my pipe (for real)
Way before I gained fame I was livin' like it (uh)
Couldn't afford a gold chain and I was lookin' like it
But I ain't had no dirty sneaks
I was in the trenches, black gloves for like thirty weeks
Heart full of hate no debate, let that thirty speak (grrt)
White tees turn to white sheets
Ridin' bulletproof New York to Philly, I feel like Meek
I got tired of the streets I had to give it up (up)
Then the day I lost my brother I ain't give a fuck
On a route and if it's more of us, split it up
Rap diss and catch his tour bus, hit it up (baow)
Witness so much death it ain't no rules, get a ref' (uh-uh)
Bust this wide left they callin' 9-1-1, Wyclef (uh)

I don't know the future, I don't know where I'm goin'
And I'm with some shooters but I'm blowin'
I can't go out sweet my niggas need me
Call me hieroglyphics, you can't read me

Remember I lost Kobe cried all evenin' (all evenin')
Took another loss then cried while I'm grievin'
We lost Richie Rich we lookin' for seasons (yeah)
Police on my dick they lookin' for reasons
I can't do a bid I'm movin' strategic (G Herbo)
Forty on my rib, guess I'm still a heathen (you know that)
Shot but I'm back on the block, I'm totin' and bleedin'
And he got hit like I got hit but he ain't fuckin' breathin'
This that real dope shit like I need a needle
This that Lil Heron flow but you don't know him either
Say they want that Lil Herb but you don't know him either
You see me on Instagram but you don't know I'm evil
This shit get vicious over here, Danny Glover lethal
I been rappin' all year like Nasir on Ether
Sittin' with a full plate and I can't even eat it
Totin' hammers catchin' cases still ain't even beat it (uh)

I was poor (I was poor)
I decided I ain't livin' like that no more
Honestly I ain't lyin' like that no more
High speeds, I ain't ridin' like that no more
Lord, please, sick of funerals don't want no more of these
Bless me with some mansions and some foreign keys
Bless me with some money, no more mournin'
Let me see my kids in the mornin'
Prayin' on my knees I need a warnin'
Ain't no fury like a woman scorned
Every single rose got a thorn
I used to be whole now I'm torn