Bfb Da Packman Hopeless Island Lyrics

[Intro]
(JT on the track again)
(I'm so proud of you, [?])

[Chorus]
Yeah, never, not once been silent
One deep as I stand on my problems
Hugs and kisses to my kids and my mama
They the ones really got me
Bitches and niggas really 'round for my dollars
Heart full of hurt, but I just keep on smilin'
Got to keep gettin' guala
Told my kids they better lead, never follow
Daddy a hustler, really came from the bottom
I go to sleep with that chopper
Got trust issues, I can't sleep with no thotties
She said she love me, but I know that she lyin', nigga
[Verse 1]
I'm speedin' in my Scat in the rain
My mama pissed I relapsed, shit, I'm back on that drank
That shit make me feel free from flashbacks of thе pain
I wanna quit, my health bad, but deep down, man, I can't
Man, I'm f*cked up, my bitch say she nеver leavin'
But I don't know if it's genuine or really need me
Can't really believe her
Bro fightin' five bodies, he think he can beat it
Same time, I'm fightin' IRS, doubt, and diabetes
They think my life fun and games, I got a ton of problems
My mans ran off on me with two hundred thousand
That shit make me evil every time I think about it
If I didn't love her, swear to God, I'd kill his mama
[Chorus]
One deep as I stand on my problems
Hugs and kisses to my kids and my mama
They the ones really got me
Bitches and niggas really 'round for my dollars
Heart full of hurt, but I just keep on smilin'
Got to keep gettin' guala
Told my kids they better lead, never follow
Daddy a hustler, really came from the bottom
I go to sleep with that chopper
Got trust issues, I can't sleep with no thotties
She said she love me, but I know that she lyin', nigga
[Verse 2]
Niggas changed on me when I got change on me
Been the same for twenty years, why you change on me?
Sayin' I act like I'm better and put the blame on me
But kept you loaded with the gas when you came on E
Niggas ungrateful
I used to excuse family 'cause they was unstable
Niggas stealin' and gossipin' like they was out of favors
Niggas'll sabotage they own mama to make her look crazy
Then put they all into a bitch like that ho faithful
Niggas cold, they'll leave you hangin' like a clothes hanger
That's why my circle super small like a closed navel
Niggas ain't thorough, they let the hoes and the clothes make 'em
Then deal with the Devil, so I ain't f*ckin' with no more angels

[Outro]
Yeah
(The Lunch Crew Company)