Misery Loves Company (Clean)

Misery Loves Company (Clean) - EST Gee

Lyrics by：George Stone III/Jonathan Gaboff/Shane Lindstrom/Thomas Horton

Composed by：George Stone III/Jonathan Gaboff/Shane Lindstrom/Thomas Horton

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

If I could die from disses

I probably would've been cremated

I probably would've been cremated

I came up

M-M-M-Murda

From servin' them sacks of hard to a free baser

Servin' them P's

Arguin' with God

When I paid the bond

He ain't free Kada

Ain't free lil' man

You ain't dedicated if you don't hop out on feet chasin'

Feet chasin'

N***as dead broke

Say the key to paper is be patient

N***a

F**k that

But f**k waitin'

Been tryna buck lately

F**k that

Live local

Late break-in

High clucked out ridin' with enough rounds then I could truck down

You hear that rip sound

N***a

Better get down 'fore he get found

Spit it from a switch round

Dead n***a kiss clouds and I'm rich now

And I still ain't switch crowds

I still ain't switched up

Can't put my blick' down

Can't put my blick' down

And I probably never will

I never will

Red called me from Heaven said

You better chill

Maybe it was Hell

But I couldn't tell 'cause I'll answer still

Still I answer for a bro

I get high and hope that I'll forget my mama's cancer chills

Bullets hurt

Made me hooked to ercs

I gotta have my pills

She hurt me first

Even at my worst

I still pay half her bills

Pay half her bills

It's a opp survive

Through grace of God

I pray he lack again

Lord

I pray he lackin'

It's OT folks

Lowkey want that smoke

I don't be tappin' in

No

I don't be tappin' in

Real gangsta

I can't speak on no beef I ain't active in

On no beef I ain't active in

They respect my money 'cause it's bloody

I still act and spin

Blood on my money

Don't just throw your hood up 'cause you from it

N***a

What have you did

What you doin' in your hood

All I need's a yo

Lil brodie

Chops and a pack of cigs

Pitch a tent

And sit out front his crib

Right where this n***a live