Letra The grieveing process Chubby Jag

The grieveing process

Featuring Mike-Dash-E (RIP Meassa Vitug)

(Chorus)
I've been lonely
I've been waiting for you
I'm pretending and that's all I can do
The love I'm sending
Ain't making it through to your heart

(Verse 1)
Pops dead, mama used to work alot
Needed my own shit,it had me on my terf alot
I barely pray used to be up in the church alot
But stress will get you down I be rolling up the purple lot
All the nigga have his dreams where the fuck is we going
Show and tell, we ain't tell but fuck it we show it
About time a nigga shining, home fucking we glowing
Out of drinks but I ain't tripping homie, fuck we blowing
Coke, bitches, music, rockstar
Flashing on 'em like I'm in front of a cop car
Jack of all trades Lil Biggie with the Pac bars
My flow raw holmes, someone say that it's rock hard
Never thought that I get paid for a verse
Even paid for a show I should be layed in a hearse
Keep chilling watch us hussle when the streets dealing
For crack addicts it's black magic I'm Meek Mill ,Chubby

(Chorus)
I've been lonely
I've been waiting for you
I'm pretending and that's all I can do
The love I'm sending
Ain't making it through to your heart

(Verse 2)
I was dead broke waiting for a cheque to come
But that's like one head waiting for a neck to come
Fuck the law, where I'm from we accept the gun
If you gonna bring a nigga bring it, don't expect to run
You think Cash trouble he call me the reckless one
I fuck with eses I got all I connect this one
I love weed though I'm fucking with the meds
Got that old school feeling sound like Busta with the dreads
I be taking bitches home got 'em bustin' in the bed
Never sell I never told I won't say nothing to the feds
I be grinding all day homie, really don't deserve the critics
I promise your wife a whole lot but she deserve to get it
I wanted right , how did I make it so wrong
Got that feeling that it's coming but it's taking so long
Chubby, why do I feel I'm in the fucking curse
I swear depending on another is the fucking worse
P-dog , Larsony fam you know the team
Grind till we make it home , my motto is show the green
'Bout 5 so it's nothing I be bust in flames
A lil weed , a lil lean for this fucking pain
Nigga clouded , got me standing in the fucking rain
All this bread for this fucking game

(Chorus)
I've been lonely
I've been waiting for you
I'm pretending and that's all I can do
The love I'm sending
Ain't making it through to your heart