Go Away - Trae Tha Truth, Dj.Fresh, The Worlds Freshest

Sitting, fighting this pressure in the state of exhaust

How many times I talked to God, speaking on those that I lost

A couple brother, couple sisters then a bunch of my homies

That’s why I move up out my lonely, hoping God’ll come show me

A new direction cause I feel like I’m losing faith by the minute

Tryna hide away from reality in something that’s tinted

I conversate most of the time across the mind of a seal

Same niggas that showed me love, you might just find em in hell

I hate to see us, or to blame em on everything they been through

In a different circumstance a better life, they might just been you

Tryna provide, missing homicide by minutes

Or they tryna get stripes from a basic Sargent to lieutenant

I do this here for my nigga Dawg, my nigga Clip

Ain’t too many others that are sold, that’s why I trip

I trip out, but try to keep my cool knowing pain is here

Wanted the sun, but since I missed this shit the rain is here

Abnormal heart, diagnosed at birth

All my niggas got em whole family cursed

T-shirt with their nan just ain’t the same

Shoulda have em attack out all the stress and strain

Fuck this fame and this change

Fuck this chain and this Range

With all my real ones gone I can’t sleep the same

I wish this fuckin rain' would go away

Lost is what I feel, looking at where I’m headed

Talked to God begging for help so much I feel like I’m out of credit

He don’t know me and I understand, I just need a helping hand

Talked to my grandfather day later, now we on the sand

The homie calls mama’s stress

And even though he gone, he still around so yeah we blessed

It’s a cold world

They say it get better but I just save the drama tired

From all the pain the I acquired, left the Devil fired

I swear it’s life to end the days

Of tryna make it out but I can’t get up out this maze

It’s me against the world and I can’t get up out this phaze

Niggas jumping fly like they can’t get up out them J’s

I’m on my defence

May my sons forgive me, I don’t wanna be no failure

But being real throughout the pain, it hurt like hell I tell ya

It’s hard to see when you’re surrounded by the dark

It’s that type of shit that take ya air support

For real mayne