Twisted Insane - Let Me Live lyrics

[Intro] Aye, why don’t you run up in here and grab us a couple 40s up in this muthaf**a real quick What you got on you? Oh sh** I got, what, 56, 57s This n***a Hahaha Lil broke a**, don’t never have no money a** Hurry up n***a Gon’ get my [?] on. Awe, sh**, this? I ain’t even got my heat in this muthaf**a. Ain’t this about a bit-*gun shots* *Sirens* [Verse 1] Baby mama in my inbox If I knew she was gonna hit me on the low, she would’ve been blocked If i knew I would’ve been bopped, if I stayed around and laid up in the town I would’ve been shot 10 years old, running through the wire, 20 years later now it’s me that’s on fire Pockets on flat, filled out apps every single day, but I still was not hired The life of a broke n***a, run 9-1-1 still a joke n***a They way my life been going I ain’t even knowing if I want to keep it rolling find me hanging by a rope n***a That’s real, in the welfare line with the mama don’t mind me I’m not time for yo drama Wrote rhymes all kinds, two times like Obama 4-5 right by my side when I’m on a mission I don’t even think you see it get the bigger picture You can talk about ya flipping while they cooking in the kitchen I be posted in the bushes with my hand up on the trigga b**h it ain’t nobody better I been looking for that n***a hoe Open bottles in my vehicle, tell her take a sip and see how far that she will go Trump in office we gone see how long ’til we revoke, I’m just tryna keep it to myself just so I can be afloat Let me live [Bridge] I don’t know I feel like I can get a call any day, you know? You can get a call at any moment, at any moment you can get that call Somebody close to you can be gone, your closest loved one Just dead, gone, flatline, just like that They be gone, maybe I’m gunna… I remember one day I got a call from my mom and she told me she ain’t think she was gunna make it back home, you know what I mean, from the hospital and sh** I was tore the f** up inside, homie You hear me sayin’, this is, this is my mom, you know what I mean, so, I was gone… [Verse 2] My mind’s fully brainsick They told me from a kid to give it up, I ain’t sh** I’ll never make it rappin, maybe, but I can’t quit I’m sick of sleeping in the parking lots with stank piss I take a trip around the nation and I find myself a ginos I bought the homies food and I ain’t even have a bean*l They always showing love and they start brain up at reno I told my auntie ’bout that walk around her chemo She knows maybe I could be something for real, talking to my mama while she lays up on her d**h bed Never know if it’s gone be the last time that I say goodbye, so I sit and cry high like meth head I wonder if I’m being tested And if I die today, will I be resurrected? Feeling like I’m walking with the zombies so infected You be on the corner lookin’ like you got a d**hwish Oh no, mama used to tell me: “Don’t go” Every night I’m usually running from the popo The homie told me that they got me in a photo That night that we was riding in a stolen 4 door sh**, man it would’ve been so great of us The people would’ve gave us love instead of hated us I feeling like I’m ’bout to go bezerk or hurt and I wouldn’t be so nuts about to bust the phone today, but just let me live [Outro] So now all type of muthaf**as all on this sh** right? I mean imagine that sh** Imagine the feelin’ you have right n***a you feel like you boxed in You know, I did And it comes to a point, man, that you feel like it’s all boilin’ over Like your top really bout to pop at any muthaf**in’ minute You know what I mean? You look to the left, n***a, mama’s on dope Look to the right daddy gone You don’t got nowhere to turn to You ain’t got no muthaf**in’, you ain’t got no money! And everybody in your business Errybody want some, nobody wunna put in the…to get to somethin’ I mean sh** would be different if you start thinkin’ about life, homie Night and day That’s what I think about Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, A, B, Select, Start, Twisted Insane, Brainsick Muzik, I’m out this bih….