Say don't you ever ask no nigga for some change and you gon' owe him some
My nigga bought a gun before we ever bought the boss for one
Cost him bout four hundred, shit I could have ate off that for months
He paid in the worst way, that nigga spawned a couple runts
Ain't even have the balls to stick around, spent his money wrong
All that nigga cared about was violence and some shitty songs
Bumping off the speakers of a shitty whip and selling rocks
And if he went to jail, he couldn't bail himself up out the box
Then nigga what you selling for? Tryna get up out the struggle
Nigga you done smoked your own supply, now you in deep trouble
Call up Keisha, maybe she can spot you just a bit
But nigga, you won't ask until after she gon' let you hit
You ain't even call to ask me how my day went
And you gon' sit up here, tryna fuck to get some payment?
Oh hell, she done caught on, now you gotta switch it up
But she just 'bout as fucked up as you, she still gave it up
He waves the flags that I ignore by choice
He's so romantic and destroyed
I made a list of all the pros, no cons
He could never be in the wrong
'Cause they're always tall
Back to reality, huh, 'member you doubted me, uoh
No I ain't bragging, my pockets full, yeah they sag like a hoe
You know, look like I sold my soul, but I can't go for that though
Pusher can go for that dope
I put that on everyone's soul, I'd die right here in my mind
Before I go out with some cheaters on me like Mexican hoes
We don't get friendly with those, fuck you think God gave me toes?
For you to go stand on them hoes, the way that I stomp on they domes
He waves the flags that I ignore by choice
He's so romantic and destroyed
I made a list of all the pros, no cons
He could never be in the wrong
'Cause they're always tall
Why you always come back, tripping like you own one?
I know that you hate me now but later you gon' want some
You left, your eyes gone, break up when the time comes
My body getting hot I feel like I'm stuck in a sauna
Bad bitch like Alana and I don't even want her
Your ex Insta stalk you, what the fuck is wrong with him?
Heart broke can I pop a I guess I'll take it on my chin
These bitches always when they gonna see me, I'm like: Come again?
Face down, reaching for a way out
That faint sound, discreet behind the main crowd
Can't leave house, reeking of that mean loud
You need pounds, pray he find that green now
Waste management abandon shit
He had a plan like patching bullet holes with bandages
Ain't handling, life is not a mandolin
No more chances, brodie gotta be a man to live
He waves the flags that I ignore by choice
He's so romantic and destroyed
I made a list of all the pros, no cons
He could never be in the wrong
'Cause they're always tall or charming
I love them more every time they don't want me
A lifted struggle, problem with his money
Makes it worse every time he says sorry
You know my father died, I think I miss him still
I think I hate him still, I lost my crazy pills
It's got me thinking put a pistol where my temple is
I think I'm losing it, I think I kinda like it
I think I've seen my daddy, the hell hounds biting
I fell in love with syrup, I found my life in cycles
Cause me and Jesus wrote this, that's why my shit the nicest
My every word is priceless, the demons haunt me nightly
From beginning to the end it's just me and my friends
I turned a penny to a billion with a stroke of my pen, yeah
I make the mountains move, I make the ocean split
I've seen the worst of all, surprised I made it here
