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letra de can't even tell - oz the oddz, da kriss

[verse]
lately i just talkin’ to myself and count ’em old blues
no one next to me, they disappear just like some old news
sick of seeing sh-t like suicide or “i die soon”
light the smoke, all i see is colors like cartoon
my tune playing smoothly bumping like it’s ’98
smoking kush, sh-t exotic, it just coming from the bay
do that sh-t on daily basis, do that sh-t when i’m awake
all i see is dolla sign and all i do is get the cake
i be giving energy to people that would never do that
guess i’m too nice to people and i never ask that sh-t back
they gossipin’ like womеn why i treat ’em like a man?
and how thе f-ck can i tell ’em my sh-t if they don’t understand?
put the lights off, i’m trying to focus on my d-mn plan
i be like rendy o, write these letters when i d-mn mad
can’t trust these people, prolly they be stay with those d-mn feds
can’t trust the drug, it prolly gonna k!ll me on my d-mn bed

[hook]
i guess i need a time for myself
pray to the god, pray for my mama hope she live well
pray to the god, pray for my family hope they live well
and talkin’ ’bout the problems that i can’t even tell
i guess i need a time for myself
pray to the god, pray for my mama hope she live well
pray to the god, pray for my family hope they live well
and talkin’ ’bout the problems that i can’t even tell
[verse]
i swear i hate it everytime i see my brothers strugglin’
tryna make it out the hood the harder way, they rumblin’
some people think they speak some real sh-t but they just mumblin’
me and my homies speak some sh-t ’bout what we do like hustlin’
man, why the f-ck you tell some sh-t if you don’t know the truth ’bout it?
too many people trust a wrong person and they don’t know about it
youngins be talkin’ ’bout g-ngb-ngin, what you know about it?
what if the bullets really hit you? what’d you say about it?
ain’t nothing personal so you don’t have to be emotional
sometimes i lock myself cos i don’t wanna be too sociable
but everytime i go outside i make things memorable
so they gon’ speak about it when they got into my funeral
if you catch me in the street, man, i barely talk
i use to coolin in my zone, i sip this ‘dex like it’s a wok
and smoke the pack, man, i swear this pack be lookin’ like a rock
they be talkin’ sh-t, i be coolin, i don’t give a f-ck

- oz the oddz da kriss

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