EBK Jaaybo - Still In Slobe Mode lyrics

There times when I feel claustrophobic
I can’t breathe without you Satanic vibe
I’m tryna stop myself from dreaming bout you
Them words I said that put you down, bro, I ain’t mean to doubt you
The truth hurt, ain’t nothin’ sincere when I think out loud
We celebrated once a year, but to get back forever
Streets leave you wounds and stop the healing process if you let her
The time my brother got destroyed, I’m hope he doin’ better
Know what I do won’t get returned, you still can call whenever
Fought all your life, I hope you get the peace that you deserve
Got scars that don’t disappear, you niggas ain’t been hurt
Why you think all the hoes I fuck would have to pay me first?
I can’t trust another bitch, ain’t gon’ pay me, then it ain’t gon’ work
I’m makin’ music for the soul, I’m hopin’ it heal you
They brought a pain on you that hurt, you gotta make him feel you
Money can’t change it, when I get it, we gon’ split this million
Funk with some niggas I been fuckin’ with since little children
I pack my bags and leave this earth the way that I been feelin’
Don’t never show no one your weakness, stay strong when you killin’
Told bro to call when he in need, bro, he know I’m the realest
They’d rather see me lyin’ in the casket that points to the ceilin’
Even when we ain’t fuckin’ with it, I still pray you make it
Mama ain’t gotta stress no more, girl, your baby made it
Got ton of vision, I ain’t sleep on these dreams that I’m chasin’
Lil’ nigga out the trenches, I’m up and they hatin’
Them sacrifices turn to blessings, it just takes some time
I guard my life with 40 shells who gettin’ spanked tonight
The suckers spinnin’ through and snitchin’, they ain’t playin’ right
I put the shit I been through in my music and it saved my life
Lord, I’m a sinner, just forgive me, hope you understand me
With the same niggas that I slept on the floor with, we family
God took the homies, one day he gon’ double back and grab me
If I’m gettin’ real, it’s been a minute since I talked to Granny
I peeped the bro, been actin’ weird, I got her plain clothes
Yo, mom’s tight on court days, she can’t take no more
He from my block, it’s only right I dig a grave for bro
2-1, we still in Slubby, Mom, Yeah