Letras
Just chill
Hold tight Tinie (obvious)
Hold tight, Carlton, Jim Jones (yeah)
Dun know
Brudda ain't even listening
A'ight, true stories
Thinking of the same old thoughts
Out here pitching with the same old fork
And the fire's still burning (burning)
Flames still flicker from the same old torch
The amount of cocaine I've bought's the amount of cocaine they snort
We call it a game but it ain't no sport for my mandem
Pain still slithers through my brain and taunts
And I'm starting to feel low 'cause I miss Tinie
Carlton and Jim Jones on TV beside me
But I still get joke after Tinie, Carlton and Jim's phone
And it feels odd, and I feel lost
'Cause they took away my niggas fam, I feel robbed (feel robbed)
And I know they must feel lodged
But when I pray for my niggas, I feel God
But with a heart and a right mind
Run through the day and pass through the nighttime
Graft at the right time, mastered the white line
Pass me the 'gnac, fuck a glass of the white wine
Let me soothe my sins
Fuck feds, I ain't looking to view the bin
Three men left, and they're looking to move us in
The weather outside's equivalent to the mood I'm in
This life is bringing me down
Things turn around, can't keep sitting down
Always on the rebound
This life is bringing me down
Things turn around, can't keep sitting down
Always on the rebound
Thinking that the game's so messed
Pissed off thinking 'bout my young buck Jess
And I'm tired of vermin (vermin)
Pigs and rats got my young pup stressed
And I'm starting to feel sad 'cause I miss Marcus
Pissed 'cause I miss Nan
Lee was the big man when I was a yout man
Fam, you see that nigga there, he's a missed man (for real)
I ain't living the worst, but I ain't rich
Low P's got me feeling like I ain't shit
I don't mean to be making cocaine trips