Whole Life, Still Crippin
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[Verse 1] Yeah I deal with self-hate Yeah my stupid image Blue rag in the bathroom mirror I just stare I don’t forgive it It’s Crip 60 in my veins In my walk In my sentence Been doin’ this my whole life Homie You just scroll past Never catch the tension Mama prayin’ over dishes Phone ring She flinch She know Every siren sound suspicious Every late text feel like ghosts [Chorus] I been doin’ this my whole life I don’t think you get it (you don’t) Every loss on my back like stripes Every scar feel fitted Whole block on my shoulders Heart cold But I’m in it I been doin’ this my whole life I don’t think you get it (nah, you don’t get it) [Verse 2] Yeah I laugh at dumb memes But my past ain’t funny Homies locked in state greens Pictures folded Stained money Talk tough But I’m tired Still ride Still committed Tryna change But the pain Got a name And I’m with it Therapist say “love yourself” Sound cute from a distance How I’m ‘posed to trust my reflection When it look like a hit list [Chorus] I been doin’ this my whole life I don’t think you get it (you don’t) Every loss on my back like stripes Every scar feel fitted Whole block on my shoulders Heart cold But I’m in it I been doin’ this my whole life I don’t think you get it (yeah, you don’t get it) [Bridge] If I said I wanna change Would the set still ride? (ride?) If I said I hate myself Would they laugh or cry? Blue flag on my dashboard Bible on the seat I’m somewhere between both Every time I hit the street [Chorus] I been doin’ this my whole life I don’t think you get it (you don’t) Every loss on my back like stripes Every scar feel fitted Whole block on my shoulders Heart cold But I’m in it I been doin’ this my whole life I don’t think you get it (you don’t get it, you don’t)