Sober (feat. Khadijah Lopez)

[Intro] Hard times ISO ISO [Verse 1: ISO] Everyday when I wake up thinkin' where I have been So I hop in a whip and drive by the jail that I was in Burnin' ale for the homies that ain't commin' home doin' life in the pen So fucked up that he got taken away from the wife and the kids I find myself tryna get back in a good grace of the Lord But I’m hungry, broke and I’m lonely and can’t take anymore So I grab my hoodie, put the mask on and I head straight for the store Now I’m shackled and cuffed in the back of the truck and I’m facin’ the floor Snap out of it, I’m free, they gone, not me Who’s wrong? Who’s innocent? Who’s guilty? Scott free Skill ment for slaves not free blood runin’ through the concrete Get caught up in the wrong thing, can’t defend yourself then you cannot speak But when I leave this world, just close the curtains forever Cause all we do is kill each other, at least the system is working together And I pray for my son, cause I’ve never seen no happy home So I smoke and I drink tryna hide this pain of daddy’s gone [Hook: Khadijah Lopez] Cause there’s now way, I’ma sit here sober Watchin’ all go down, down, down Wake me up when it’s over Come wake like no, no no This is the saddest shit you ever heard like no, no no I don’t agree, no ‘course I know the knock it I’ma have to let it ride out Of past in my hideout And there’s nothing you can do ‘bout it ‘Cause there ain’t no way I’ma sit here sober [Verse 2: ISO] I take another blunt to the head, I take another bottle to the face Then I get on in front of the Chevy, I’m strapped up, yep I got it on my waist I get so wild, cause I’m so paranoid, voices tellin’ me to kill ‘em please It's evident my medicine ain’t workin’ and I’m feelin’ like Pac on my enemies My guns, my only homie, ridin’ all by my lonely, don’t try me you don’t know me Feelin’ like everybody owe me, I don’t speak appropriate, drownin’ in amphetamines and opiates Tryna get me a Bible, I won’t read it, my soul bleed in, my soul bleed out I’m focusing on my passion fool, these niggas just passion fruit No love for a bitch get her ass through, got the blunt but nobody to pass it to But that’s just who I am, got a nine inside of my hand And I blast it too, so fuck it, I’m a sicko psycho nigga with an attitude Yea, I apologise, ‘cause I’ve had a few and I don’t wanna be the one to say this But I’m fadin’ back in to my old ways, so I pray for my son ‘cause I’ve never seen no happy home So I smoke and I drink tryna hide this pain of daddy’s gone [Hook: Khadijah Lopez] Cause there’s now way, I’ma sit here sober Watchin’ all go down, down, down Wake me up when it’s over Come wake like no, no no This is the saddest shit you ever heard like no, no no I don’t agree, no ‘course I know the knock it I’ma have to let it ride out Of past in my hideout And there’s nothing you can do ‘bout it ‘Cause there ain’t no way I’ma sit here sober