No Time 2 Cry (feat. Bleached SUN)

(Ooo)
(Ooo)
Pour the gasoline
Around me
I got matches in my hand
Let the flames guide me
Guide me to my prime
Yeah, They saw me
But they ain't never saw the light
When they buried me
Just make sure I'm fly
Just make sure I'm fly
Boy I'm living outta line
I've been running out of time
I've been blinded by the pain
That I got up all inside
Been a victim to ways
Boy that traffic, It ain't light
Said I can't really escape
From the killers in my mind
Boy I'm living outta line
I've been running out of time
I've been blinded to the pain
That I got up all inside
Boy I'm living
I'm alive
I've been running out of time
Momma said the world ain't filled with the Saints
Pardon my "Fuck it"
I'm fit with the rage
Pardon my niggas
We really the gang
Fucking with us you ain't seeing today
Gutted my innards to put on display
That's how you like it
It's fucking insane
I got some tendencies I can't explain
I got some issues that I can't contain
Got me on ten
Prison that been my skin
Heaven ain't meant for men
Gully with the vamps
And I been top five
Get lonely at the top
But I can't really cry
Bull with red curtain
Noose getting tied
Buried in black
The Saint is Laurent
Fuck twelve
They just sat back and watched
Whole world suck my dick
With the opps
Fuck I'm up
And I'm stuck
With these thoughts
Oh my god
I've been coughing up my blood
What's the last thing you thought
Is you really giving up
I ain't giving up
I ain't giving back
I'm just giving up
I ain't giving back
I ain't giving up
I'm just giving back
I ain't giving up
I'm just giving back
I ain't giving up
I'm just giving back
I ain't giving up
I'm just giving back
Giving back
Giving back
Giving back, back
(Ooo)
(Ooo)
(Ooo)
(Ooo)
(Ooo)
I got addicted to percs
I tried to hide in the turnt
I tried to hide from the curse
But it only made it worse
Can't wear that shit all on my sleeves
So there's slits under my sleeves
No one believes when a nigga says he bleeds
Wouldn't change a think
Doctor treats you like a game
Why can nobody see that we all bleed the same way
How you expect us to survive
When you think all us niggas is liars
They say internalize that shit lil' boy
Sit down be quiet
I best not see no water dripping down from your iris
Fuck all your experiences
Turn on auto pilot
I want all the smoke
That don't mean that I can handle it
Hail Mary on these niggas
I'mma send these demons scrambling
Cards on the table like a young nigga gambling
Blue eyed demon tell me how to feel
So I dismantled him
How you speak on me
You don't see me as a human
All the fire deep inside got a nigga fuming
You take everything and try to turn it to your own
You don't make the rules boy
You don't got a throne
Ripping out the pages
Cause your book is full of lies
Treat us like a business
So you wear that suit and tie
You would stare inside my eyes and watch me as I die
All my niggas fed up
Cause there ain't no time to cry
You made me kill my self esteem
Then made me kill myself
I used to hate being black
I don't blame myself
I got bullied and attacked
I ain't love myself
Made me kill my own people
Made us love y'all wealth
Y'all put targets on our backs
Made us move in stealth
How you say this is a haven
When we live in hell
I don't see shit changing
But I guess time tells
All this trauma had my grandma end up by herself
And my little brother Chase
He just stay to himself
Big brother, big brother
Better watch your step
Eyes in the back of my head
But I don't know what's next
Better not lose your head
Water works
Wipe that shit
Insecurities
Privated
Fill up the cup
Numb me up
I'm feeling stuck
I'm feeling stuck
Another round
Spiraling
Taking me back
Childish
I'm getting violent
Wildin'
I'm just trying find where the child went
Another loss
Another shot
Another nigga who's outlined in chalk
Accept the fact
No one's ever caught
No time to mourn
No time to die
No time to heal
No time to cry
My mother's mom should still be alive
Or at least she should of seen way past thirty-five
She should of met me
Should of met the kids that I'm gon' have
She should be way more than stories that are stuck in the past
She should of gotten care
Doctors were never there
Couldn't afford the fair
So now she's not here
My momma's trauma made a doctor
She is self made
Constantly haunted by the only life she couldn't save
A grave she can't replace
A name she can't erase
Always reminded by her mother's features in her face
My mom was fifteen
There was no way that she could of paid
No time to cry about it
For them I gotta be great