Koppo , TG - Capable Featuring lyrics

This is what it is my lifes
A bitch in other eyes people judge me
But they never seen the
Struggle through my eyes
I sit and wonder, "Maybe
Things will be better, if I was gone"
My mother's face comes to my mind I
Know I can't leave her alone
As if the dro it fills
My head with the depression
It's hard to cry
Of the fact, since I was nine
I been seeing my people die
Become the victim of a drug habit or a 45
Plus crooked cops and homies make
It hard to survive
I can't stand being broke I try to cope
With selling work
To get caught up, spend money on bars
Somebody tell me what it's worth
The other half goes to lawyer
So he could go to court and lie
I just wanna make a dollar I
Don't brag about selling pies
My OGs taught me
Never let nobody know what you got
And if it ain't for the good ain't
No need to touch in the block
Now will I die a man, or a stressed out bum
Flashing my gun, afraid to laugh at a son
Only if they knew, what a nigga capable to do
I done lost my mind but a nigga
Talking we ain't hard to find
Mothafuck the laws
Aggravate a nigga worst enough
So fuck the Fo'
And shit only gets worst I wonder If I'm
Gonna be the next one in the herse
But, I doubt that there
Give them boys a fair warning be aware

Day after another
It's a never ending struggle
Even though I'm doing much better
From when I ran up in the gutter
In the ghetto it's a never ending cycle
Niggas losing it night and day
That's what the crazy living life do
I'm relaxing
But alot of niggas looking at me funny
Bitch, I'm just like you understand
My mind is on my money instead of hating
You should be concentrated on
Getting your shit straight
Pussy niggas breaking windows
Now we could talk about bitch made
Instead of beating my face
You catch my car slipping
Bitch, now close your eyes
And picture me flipping
A real gangsta ass nigga respects the people
And checks himself when he thinking wrong
Nigga all I do is accept myself
And I pray to God
Ask for forgiveness, he knows it's hard
I really don't wanna murder nobody
But fuck a murder charge
I'll leave them niggas in the
Dirt if they fuck around
Them niggas know that Trinity Garden be
Quick to buck em' down they love my sound
Nigga play it on your stereo
Nigga, now liten while we blowing
On this hairy dro


I'm missing my little brother I just
Want to see him free
It brings me down to read
His letters, God please
Help my brother to keep his piece
My heart is full of misery
I have difficulty breathing
It all started when we had to
Bury my dawgs Adam and Steven
Now I'm forever angry how the world got me
Try your hardest
But you will never be that real about me
Or in the way you do my
People in the same way
That F-A-M-F T-L ain't what the game play
I've lost myself by taking
Handle bars and ecstasy
I've walked alone and talked as if
My dawg was next to me
I know I'm not living right
Cause there's always something wrong
Stress got me taking hit's of
Hennessy to the dome
I try but everytime I do I
Have a tendecy to fail
I go to court tomorrow will I
Be free or in a cell
Momma said "With God by your side
No one can touch you"
I guess that's why these haters falling
Evertime they rush us

Only if they knew, what a nigga capable to do
I done lost my mind
But a nigga talking we ain't hard to find
Mothafuck the laws
Aggrivate a nigga worst enough
So fuck the Fo', and shit only gets worst