Ayy, I know niggas doin' time, ain't never comin' home
I still think about lil' ???, so they hear all my songs
If you my brother, I slide for you, that's right or wrong?
Tryna get away from my demons, but they won't leave me 'lone
I'm sick and tired of people sayin' ''Keep your head up''
I ride 'round with this Glock, 'cause I'm fed up
All I know is never trust a bitch and get my bread up
I remember I was doin' bad, I'm doin' better
It's like that money came fast and I ain't see it comin'
How the fuck I owe you some, you ain't give me nothin'
You gotta face all your problems, it ain't no point in runnin'
So many people been dyin', feel like the trenches haunted
You say you love me, but you lied girl you dead wrong
I reminiscin' takin' pictures by your headstone
Don't know who to ride to, who to give my love to
I thought you was with me, but you weren't, so it's fuck you
Ayy, my heart been gettin' colder (Colder)
But fuck it Imma soldier
I was in New Orleans reminiscin' 'bout that ???
She say she ain't love with me, so this is what I told her
So basically, you want me to believe you
That you love me
When you barely even know me
I can't go for it
I'm slidin' with lil' beam in a tahoe
Black truck, full of Choppas, like I'm Chapo
Ridin' with no license, gotta Glock by the console
Twelve pull me over, I ain't comin' home tomorrow
I know I'm livin' wrong, mama I know
This pain gotta nigga hittin' high hopes
Sorry bae I meant to text you back, but I was high tho'
Where were you when we was hittin' licks ??? far go
I wanna know
I wanna know, where the love bae?
Where was you bae
Where was you bae
Where was you baby, ayy
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