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letra de may 21st - chop

[verse 1]
the weather is so cold, measured in dope loads
pressure from popo, i’m reckless with both those
i swear on my own soul, that i ain’t a no show
but every sunday morning, i desert it and don’t go
i make it to the club, goin’ nuts in the photos
no care for a charity, but here i throw dough
sinnin’ a boatload, but i figure it’s so-so
cause i ain’t livin’ trife as them dyk-s and them h0m-s
but that’s not bein’ real with my m-th-f-ckin’ self
and f-ckin with these hoes ain’t a m-th-f-ckin’ sk!ll
if i ain’t obsessed with hoes, then it’s m-th-f-ckin’ wealth
i’m drinkin’ til i throw up, give a f-ck about my health
n-ggas never mention change ’til they almost in a coffin
i drew my own lines, but everyday i seem to cross em
from sippin’ to the women to the slippin’ in ‘em raw then
instead of standin tall, sh-t, i tell her to abort it
i can’t raise a kid, but i can hit her with the d-ck
why we blessed with a mind that we could never really grip?
i think my whole problem is i never give a sh-t
and sometimes these curse words the only way the pain will hit
i wanna slow down, but i’m really too scared
cause i feel i’ll die young, can’t be still for two years
can’t take it too serious, i be runnin’ through bare
i can’t ever lose tears, if i never do care
in every good action, i get a little colder
cause n-ggas take advantage, and i feel they gettin ova’
i swear these chicks is no good, and everybody cobras
rather hold you down instead of put you on they shoulders
is this what life is? cause this is quite sick
not quite crypt, but we wonder lifeless
if i settle down, will me and wife split?
if i go out of town, will she make her night trip?

[hook]
what you do to get paid, n-gga?
hustle drugs, shoot slugs, might spray n-ggas
whole hood full of gang members
tool burst, shoot first or the gauge hitcha
deep down we the same n-ggas
hard in a different paint, but the same picture
this life is a wave i can’t surf
so i pray god don’t judge me on may 21st

[verse 2]
i’m obviously disturbed and it’s blockin’ out my hurt
and to keep it inside was a method that would work
wear my heart in a wallet, and it’s never on my shirt
i treat b-tches bad and i never have to flirt
now she reachin’ in her bag for the condoms in her purse
livin’ so emotionless is a gift and a curse
i feel about as guilty as a k!ller in a church
when the cheaters get respect, it gets so easy to immerse
there used to be a day where ladies men, won’t manly
givin up ya b-lls for a piece of eye candy
can’t control temptation, when a n-gga gettin’ antsy
even good girls ran through, lookin’ like a stampede
livin’ so numb, that i don’t even blame ‘em
cause the more wh0r- you are, the more you’re famous
i used to know a model that was modellin’ it gracious
never showed her bottom, now she modellin’ it naked
some may call it godsend, some may call it tasteless
i asked her what she called it, she said “tryna make it”
shawty has a dream, and she just tryna chase it
lord, do you see this, the devils in our bas-m-nt?
doin’ what we do cause we never in control
kickin’ doors in, just to get a little dough
washin’ off these sins, tryna get a little soaked
put our lives on the line, just to get a little close

[hook]

- chop

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