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portion (ca) - lost all faith lyrics

[verse 1]
i got all these meds in my system, i’m tryna get off
got my young n+gga still in the hood, he serving fentanyl (he serving fentanyl)
and they can’t never say i changed, i did my best, y’all (i did my best, y’all)
i don’t never need no help, i don’t need no pep talk
play with us, get stepped on
living right but i’m dead wrong
seen my homie name up on a headstone
we gon’ trap all night until the ned’s gone
in atlanta with a redbone
she get h+lla racks and give me head long
run this sh+t up ’til my racks long
still feel this sh+t in my backbone
h+lla hoes in my call log, got ’em tappin’ in by the three
riding shot gun like a sawed off, my lil’ ho, yeah, she a freak
how you let ’em talk about me like i’m fake and then it get right back to me?
blowing throught the money fast, i been working hard like i’m big meech
[pre+chorus]
it’s right in my reach, yeah
i’m going all the way (i’m going all the way, run up a bag on my own)
i’m going all the way (i made a play in my zone)
i’m going all the way (i’m going all the way)
i don’t want non of these hoes, feel like they all the same (feel like they all the same)

[chorus]
feel like they all the same
and i just been going insane
i lost my dawg to the streets
that sh+t just drove me insane
i’m going all the way
i’m going all the way
i’m going all the way, yeah
i’m going all the way (i’m going all the way)

[instrumental break]

[verse 2]
i ain’t had no sleep in three days
when my n+gga died, i lost all faith, ain’t even wanna pray (ain’t even wanna pray)
with money more problems’ll come with this life (it’ll come with this life)
i had to earn my stripes, i had to grind all night (grind all night)
told you, you blood, i told you, i got you, i got you for real
yeah, the loyalty real, for real
most of them n+ggas be popping them pills
to go on them drills, for real
most of them b+tches be saying they love me
but i’m tryna see if it’s real
i play the hood in designer and foreigns
and we ain’t even have no deal
most of the time we ain’t have no meal (we ain’t have no meal)
hop the porch and i had to go get it
f+ck how my enemies feel (f+ck how my enemies feel)
it’s never gon’ stop
we get a drop on a opp we gon’ slime, for real
my dawg slide, for real
we used to run in the streets with ain’t nothing to eat
had to get us a mill
we used to run in the streets with ain’t nothing to do, had to get in the field
came from the bottom, had holes in my shoes and i know how that poverty feel
i done ran this sh+t up, need a tiktok
i need audemars all on my wrist watch
i been on the road and make a pit stop
you still had the work inside a ziploc
[outro]
i done ran this sh+t up, need a tiktok
i need audemars all on my wrist watch
you still had the work inside a ziploc

- portion ca lyrics

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