We finna go get high and lyin', twin
Talk about life and shit like that
Damn, damn
Damn, I got friends from everywhere, not one of them got my back for real
Everything just got quiet, I'm fucked up bad and I still come back from this
Cool on a bitch, I'm smooth, I practice this, I ain't had to take class for shit
Remember the hoes, the blows, the woes, the foes, we had to get past for this
I went from grams to ounces to pounds to bells and still won't pass the shit
I wish Grams could make it to one of my shows and see where I'm at and shit
I'm not mad, but I've been real upset that we couldn't manage this
We had plans to go somewhere and grow old, you takin' that back already?
Fucked up bad, I just realized my plug the one I was callin' to jam
Like, shouldn't I have more friends, or someone I love that I should be callin' instead?
I held shit down with no hope
Boy, stand your ground and don't choke
Pray for my dawg, he found help
Praying for my mom, I'm not there no more
I was still breathin', but I'm really tired
Baby, uh, I'm just tweakin', I didn't mean that part
Boy, go lock up them feelings, you got business now
Evil don't stop, just seein' that evil once you been around
Damn, I got friends from everywhere, not one of them got my back for real
Everything just got quiet, I'm fucked up bad and I still come back from this
Tell a bitch cut out the fashion tips, you ain't seen life to the maximum
I save a life with this bag I'm in, bitch can't see it now, I feel bad for her
Damn, I'm trippin', why the fuck when I take it to distance?
I'm here for a bag, you here for a bag, why the fuck is you treatin' me different?
I could be on my last, my team on my back, I'ma book till my feet go missing
I got three on the dash, I flee in that Track', I'ma beat till the street look different (what?)
I was still breathin', but I'm really tired
Yeah, uh, I'm just tweakin', I didn't mean that part
Go lock up them feelings, you got business now
Evil don't stop, just seein' that evil once you been around
I got friends from everywhere and don't none of them got my—
I got friends from everywhere and don't none of them got my—
Baby up, blowin' my phone up
Prolly not
Hello?
