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PRE SAVE MY ALBUM: Lyrics: Take the rags off my wrist This is for the kids who grew up fast, misfits We gon show em how we live 9 to 5 we outside We don’t run, who wanna trip? Traumatized , we survived More than most I must admit Straight from the gutter Live from a place full of misery Cut up but get the fuck up you’ll never finish me It’s bittersweet How we came from nothing but trauma Then brought up my patnas a product of a Glock and a bottle Watch who we finna be Industry politics mixed with a kid from the bottom is oil and water, gomora and soddom , I don’t fit in Bro told me get in and shoot the messenger Cause if they playing both sides they never respected you So inevitably imma bet on myself and get everything that I been after Homie I’m better with time and I’m ready to follow my heart and go hang from the rafters, talking bout shows not ropes And when I was low on hope I found me a reason to keep on believing and battle my demons that want me a ghost Pray to my God above me Hope I make you proud of me When I was down on my luck in search of something to numb me Someone that loved me grab me and told me you were blessed with a gift So I’m guessing that my next step is this, I’ll Take the rags off my wrist This is for the kids who grew up fast, misfits We gon show em how we live 9 to 5 we outside We don’t run, who wanna trip? Traumatized , we survived More than most I must admit
