Letras
I be tired of the arguments, it ain't nothing to talk it out
This bitch wanna Hang with PC, she wanna see just what we bout
I got love for all the cougars that like to cheat up on they spouse
Strip clubs & ones, she said she wanna come and turn me out
I been thinking bout them pills, but I seen bro in the casket
If I have a daughter, ima spoil her I'ma put her in gymnastics
Saks, Rock Bottega with Da Vinci, he different with the fashion
Didn't wanna grow up, but the life life we live, yeah, it go to fast
Baby, I ain't missing a meal, she got ass just like Miss Jackson
Moe, I know you gone, but I ain't cool with just you passing
I'm so tired of fake support, I don't even think they care about me rapping
And it's live is real, what the fuck I look like rapping
I just wanna get a meal and live life without distraction
Still fuck with the hood bitches, we fuck without a mattress
Could've spilled the nigga in the club, I don't wanna do no crashing
KJ still in jail, they got him in there thinking bout his actions
Fake psyched out, niggas on IG just want a reaction
Mama cursed me out, it hurt my heart cause I was just asking
I wanna live long, but niggas out here envy with a passion
I had a dream I was in my 40s, I was broke and I was addict
We was just kids, everything it used to be so simple
Think about the bro I drop a tear I get so sentimental
Like how the fuck he died, and who the fuck was with him
You crash, you go to jail, but God say don't kill him
Had to talk my sister yesterday, she all the way in Alabama
R.I.P. to all the ones that went and died off cancer
And the bitch that did me wrong, she got die before I answer
My lil' brother coming soon, I wanna go and show him Santa
And I'm trippin, I really gotta be a better brother
I ain't trippin, I lay down and die for you right now
I ain't trippin, nigga try this shit, gon' die for Chase Cloud
And I'm trippin, cause all my cousins took a different route
Ayy, ayy, talk to some folks real quick man, talk to em
KJ Voicemail
We was just kids, everything it used to be so simple
Think about the bro I drop tear, I get so sentimental
Like how the fuck he died, and who the fuck was with him