(Mortality)
Huh, yeah
Uh, tch
Yeah
Slow down
For the love of money, nigga cross his brother for some shit that he don't even mean nothin'
They'll risk they life, it come with a price, if it's that, I don't really need nothin'
For that piece of paper, niggas go get slimy and thinkin' like, "Where is the love?"
'Member growin' up and seein' uncle Cash, I'm just thinkin' to get me some
But whole time, nigga, that shit was a blimp, this life's 'bout choices, gotta make the right one
I'm tryna tell lil' cuz stay on the field, better listen to Dyl, I done been there once
So I'm tryna tell lil' bro stay off the streets, shit sweet to you on the other side of the gun
And I'm tryna get bro out of the beef, got potential, I see, and he ain't no nothin'
Would have thought money made me happy? How I'm happy and guns still clappin'?
And I still hear sirens in the buildup of a fire inside me from shit that ain't happened
Even though I'm paid, sometimes I don't even get praise, feel like me is nappin'
And I still go splurge even though they sayin' slow down, but one point, I ain't have it
Lost cuz, tried to open the casket, then granddaddy too, shit tragic
I be tryna play Parcheesi to clear my mind and half the fact that my life been drastic
Slip up sometimes, no traction, lost bro the same day I started gettin' active
No trust, no more shit backwards, thought about givin' out love and it smacked me
Thought about givin' out love, even opened up some of, it smacked me right back in the face
How that taste? It just remind me why I ain't do it in the first place
Run up the cake for all missed birthdays, still wishin' bro ain't get locked on a Thursday
'Cause we lost bro that same weekend and he would've been out on the worst day
For the love of money, nigga cross his brother for some shit that he don't even mean nothin'
They'll risk they life, it come with a price, if it's that, I don't really need nothin'
For that piece of paper, niggas go get slimy and thinkin' like, "Where is the love?"
'Member growin' up and seein' uncle Cash, I'm just thinkin' to get me some
But whole time, nigga, that shit was a blimp, this life's 'bout choices, gotta make the right one
I'm tryna tell lil' cuz stay on the field, better listen to Dyl, I done been there once
So I'm tryna tell lil' bro stay off the streets, shit sweet to you on the other side of the gun
And I'm tryna get bro out of the beef, got potential, I see, and he ain't no nothin'
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