Departures...

(Quincy Tell 'Em)

Yeah, yeah

Put my trust in a hammer, I'm broken from all of the trauma

This money don't matter, I got brothers that still in the slammer

Yeah, I been stabbed in the back, baby

I can still feel the knife in my back

They drop when I drop and they mad

From the bando I graduated

Sittin' at the stove prayin' that I need to make it

One-twenty on these diamonds it was just for motivation

Please don't call me a rapper, I'm a known trapeneur

Left Council Homes, thanks to the stove, thanks to the pot, thanks to the plug

I owe him a lot, I owe him my life, I grew up a lot

I'm buyin' this whip, I'm drivin' it fast, it's straight off the lot

They feel entitled callin' my phone, they ask for a lot

I'm linkin' my sideting not for a fuck, it's just for a slob top

How much of my blood, how much of my tears, I put in a lot

How much of my love I put in this shit I put in a lot

Life is a blessin' I had no roof now I got a drop-top

I had some trials and tribulations, been through a lot

There's too many snakes and too many ladders on route to the top

Take care of me, I take care of mine, no way I'ma flop

I had some trials and tribulations, been through a lot

Huncholini

There's too many snakes and too many ladders on route to the top

'Lin, 'Lin

Take care of me, I take care of mine, no way I'ma flop

(Jay Young's, got that beat knockin')

'Lin

Huncholin', 'Lin

I feel inspired by the people that's around me winnin'

When I shine bright, they turn my light and and dim it, I can't deal with it

The shit I did look up to, I can't deal with it

Run up on your veggies, make a meal of it

I sold weed and I sold crack, yeah, that's the tip of the iceberg

If I die I wonder which one of the bros would ride first

Can limit the offenses, we ain't deeper than rap

If I had my own choice, wouldn't even in the trap

Wouldn't even buy a gun, wouldn't even need a stash

Wouldn't even bury friends, I can't even bring 'em back

When it get's a little sad, I can't cry no tears

I'm too broke for the grave

I got way too many sins, if I go there I don't know if I'll be saved

I don't know, I don't know if I'll see the gate

I don't know, I don't know if I'll see the gate

I don't know, I don't know if I'll see the gate

I pray my brother beats the case, pray that I don't ever change

If I do just for the better, I got sins but can't confess it

Get a brick and try and press it, I got stresses, I can't stress it

Even though I got some blessings, I got problems that are present

Guilt is crazy, 'cause I tend to blame my self

If my deeds were to get weighed, I hope the balance on the scale

I put three-five's up in the spliff and I made a couple M's, I still need another twelve

I spend way too many years, watchin' people disappear, why you think I'm by myself?

And I can't cry no tears, I'm too broke for the grave

If I go there I don't know if I'll be saved

I don't know, I don't know if I'll see the gate

I don't know, I don't know if I'll see the gate

I don't know, I don't know if I'll see the gate

I don't know, I don't know if I'll see the gate

I don't know if I'll see the gate

I don't know, I don't know if I'll see the gate

I don't know, I don't know if I'll see the gate

I don't know, I don't know-

I don't know, I don't know if I'll see the gate

I don't know, I don't know if I'll see the gate