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letra de are you gonna be - promonant

is it ever too much to ask why i’m all by myself. is that the reason why you only seem to care bout yourself. am i just pushing you so hard that you don’t care bout your health. or am i just the only one that’s out here crying for help. do not come at me softly with all these kisses of joy. when all these tears keep on falling in places i can’t avoid. i’m lost up in this man’s world still i feel like a boy. i’m writing songs like they scriptures you feel the pain in my voice. my cousin told me to do it, go to work, play for keeps. keep on making this music and n-gga stay out the streets. my mama pray for me every night when she turn in to sleep. i’m sorry mama but i gotta go and rip up a beat. i got the heart of the port, it’s laying right at my feet. i turned my pain into profit that’s why i’m destined to eat. but lemme get off topic and tell em less about me. i’m independently watching you n-ggas dragging your feet. i know it’s hard to make a k!lling when you down at the bottom. tryna be the greatest ever for whoever gone stop it. i gotta trick up my sleeve follow my lead and just watch it. i never care or be jealous of what he got in his pockets. i got to be the only one, to survive this heavy drought. n-ggas tried to k!ll a n-gga, all they ever want is clout. had to leave that b-tch behind, all she did was moan and pout. i was at the finish line, had to take the better route. are you gonna be with me? is that even question? see me struggling plenty but i got all of these blessings. say you down for whatever you gotta show me your presence. not just by saying i love you baby show me your essense. will you lay your cards down or will you fold under pressure. real lives realize real lies on the record. and i’m telling you now, you better lead with direction. cause if you really wanna leave you gotta leave a confession. had a long day at work. i’m so tired of being broke. crawling straight out the dirt. we came from sleeping on the floor. plenty nights i was tempted to load the gun and let it blow. put him outta position for what the f-ck he standing for? i ain’t lying bout nothing, my n-ggas keep it they busting. been in the streets for too long, i never learned how to hustle. these crackers want us all gone, hold up ya face on the stretcher. and from the sh-t that he did we hope his body in heaven

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