Identity Crisis by Dmoneyesko Lyrics
Facts
Wake up in the morning get some weed right out the sack
I was lost no path for me to go
My life was lookin black
You on the block
You hoping its the opps
So you can all attack
Back on the block
You got a 40 Glock
You go to sleep wit that
Who he think he is?
Oh you a shooter?
Then bitch shoot me
Shooting clip right after clip
We turn that boy death to a movie
Slidi, ridin in that beamer boolin
And i be damned if she try to break my heart
That bitch she better get the movin
Do or die this ain't no picking sides
So really what you doing?
You know we come thru Cold
Bold
Smacking Shit like boston bruins
Tell the truth alot of niggas that be rappin
They be cappin
Who am i to judge em
Im jus tryna show him he ain’t bout it
Slap his ass he getting rowdy
My bitch mad she sittin poutin
You can have it at the house but you can't leave the house without it
Smokin gas this ain't no cookie
See you mad yo bitch is lookin
And lets say if dont know a nigga
Then his bitch is tooken
He ain’t shootin you won't blow a nigga
Betta keep it pushin
Or yo ass gon regret the day you came here with that bullshit
New bitch classy
She ain't a hood bitch
Where is you from
We gon slide where yo hood is
Up every morning im tryna get rich from a dollar so sleeping ain't what i been doing
So many nights wit no lights and dont bills dont get paid
Im thinkin ma what is you doin?
Crazy i find out she selling herself for her wealth and spent it all on drugs im ruined
I can't sleep, ainnt no purpose
Keep it going, is it worth it
I done tried so many times
Tears dried up can't even cry
Can you look me in my eyes
Tell the truth ain't gotta lie
If i die
Keep that same energy
Yall wouldn't slide if i was alive
Youll never fail if you never try
Youll never win if you never do
Postin subliminals all on the net and you gettin upset i see you fit the shoe
Wake up in the morning get some weed right out the sack
I was lost no path for me to go
My life was lookin black
You on the block
You hoping its the opps
So you can all attack
Back on the block
You got a 40 Glock
You go to sleep wit that
Who he think he is?
Oh you a shooter?
Then bitch shoot me
Shooting clip right after clip
We turn that boy death to a movie
Slidi, ridin in that beamer boolin
And i be damned if she try to break my heart
That bitch she better get the movin
Do or die this ain't no picking sides
So really what you doing?
You know we come thru Cold
Bold
Smacking Shit like boston bruins
Tell the truth alot of niggas that be rappin
They be cappin
Who am i to judge em
Im jus tryna show him he ain’t bout it
Slap his ass he getting rowdy
My bitch mad she sittin poutin
You can have it at the house but you can't leave the house without it
Smokin gas this ain't no cookie
See you mad yo bitch is lookin
And lets say if dont know a nigga
Then his bitch is tooken
He ain’t shootin you won't blow a nigga
Betta keep it pushin
Or yo ass gon regret the day you came here with that bullshit
New bitch classy
She ain't a hood bitch
Where is you from
We gon slide where yo hood is
Up every morning im tryna get rich from a dollar so sleeping ain't what i been doing
So many nights wit no lights and dont bills dont get paid
Im thinkin ma what is you doin?
Crazy i find out she selling herself for her wealth and spent it all on drugs im ruined
I can't sleep, ainnt no purpose
Keep it going, is it worth it
I done tried so many times
Tears dried up can't even cry
Can you look me in my eyes
Tell the truth ain't gotta lie
If i die
Keep that same energy
Yall wouldn't slide if i was alive
Youll never fail if you never try
Youll never win if you never do
Postin subliminals all on the net and you gettin upset i see you fit the shoe