I wanna text my dawg but he switched
Like we both still had plans of gettin' rich, uh
Self-made young niggas, Money Makin Mitch
I can't run some bands on no-no bitch (Yeah)
Wish I can call my dawg but he in Heaven now
How the fuck I missed that call? I know you hear me now
Got blood all in my eyes, you can feel the pain
It was many nights that I cried, shit don't feel the same
I spinned the block like somebody dyin' or I'm goin' out like Kurt Cobain
We catch the nigga who did it, he gone
We killin' everything attached to your name
Either way they gon' feel my pain
See I talk to God 'bout keepin' me sane
I switched it up and had to watch how I move
I can't lie, like nigga I miss you
Shots fired, if a nigga try to diss you
We want smoke, if a nigga got issues
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, I talk to God like, "I wish I could've died with you"
I wanna text my dawg but he switched
Like we both still had plans of gettin' rich, uh
Self-made young niggas, Money Makin Mitch
I can't run some bands on no-no bitch (Yeah)
Wish I can call my dawg but he in Heaven now
How the fuck I missed that call? I know you hear me now
Got blood all in my eyes, you can feel the pain
It was many nights that I cried, shit don't feel the same
Oh yeah, yeah-yeah
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