[Doeburger]
Brodie on, the fuck is you on?
You done cried enough, I know you tired of losing
Losing your time you tying up
How many times we been through this, bro?
Count it up, I know you sad and all that, trust me, I get it
But stand tall, you can't fall cause they caught me slipping, yeah, I know
Leave them fucking gloves alone, get on your A game
You getting old, it's getting colder everyday, gang
I'm glad yo ass was in the cast and not in the casket
You coulda died but you survived, now get yo cash bitch
Kiss my nieces for me, practice what you preaching, homie
Cuz, I'm in heaven racing black sillies with Jesus on gold rows
Get yours Soul, don't worry 'bout me
Nigga, you know I'm spottie
Keep yo third eye open just like you told me
You know it's at least three sides to every story
[Ab-Soul]
Told you niggas
Time flies, love fades
Hmm, so get paid
It's Burger
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