F.b.r.k - Can't be saved

Living in a world of pain no i can’t be saved
Gotta handle my shit or ima see my grave
Can’t trust nobody not everybody wit you
Soon they see you doing good they be out to get you
Liscensed Up so you know i keep my pistol Plotting on me
Just know ima get wit you
Got some things wit me, fighting demons in my dreams
So caught up in these streets
Can’t nobody save me
Just praying that the devil don’t get ahold of me
Praying that he don’t take my soul from me
Cause i did some dirt in these streets
Robbing folks didn’t give af bout seeing em next week
At the moment i needed it instantly
Faulting me for my wrongs when ppl get robbed everyday b
Then y’all throw it on world star
Y’all gotta be shitting me
Fuck niggas keep they distance from me
Alotta niggas acting funny alotta niggas scared to get this money
Show me too much fear yuh
That’s gone make me get the coming
Not considered a lick you considered easy money
So ima get right on it
Ima adrenaline junky
Don’t give af who fwm
Living in a world of pain no i can’t be saved
Gotta handle my shit or ima see my grave
Can’t trust nobody not everybody wit you
Soon they see you doing good then they fuck wit you
Liscensed Up so you know i keep my pistol Plotting on me
Just know ima get wit you
Got some things wit me, fighting demons in my dreams
So caught up in these streets
Can’t nobody save me
I can’t be saved
Gotta handle my shit give af what they say
Everybody hate me
Plotting on me can’t get in my way
Demons talking to me tryna show me another way
Pray to the lord
That i wake up everyday
Everyday i smoke on that pack
To take my pain away
Now i’m back in the booth so i can sing
My pain away
I still don’t give af what they got to say
Ion like authority so ain’t nobody running me
Let a niggga run up just know i keep a gun on me
He gotta gun she gotta gun don’t mean nun to me
We all bleed the same so how can i be afraid
Living in a world of pain no i can’t be saved
Gotta handle my shit or ima see my grave
Can’t trust nobody not everybody wit you
Soon folks see you doing good they be out to get you
Liscensed Up so you know i keep my pistol Plotting on me
Just know ima get wit you
Got some things wit me, fighting demons in my dreams
So caught up in these streets
Can’t nobody save me

Writers: Kendra Burnside

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