Текст песни
Man, I'm finna call the homie right now, nigga, you over here tweakin'
This nigga not answerin' the f—, man
Ayy, tell this nigga he tweakin' right now
This nigga talkin' 'bout robbin' Poly Burgers, nigga
Robbin' Poly Burgers? Man, come on, dog (Ayy, man, nig—)
You on the crash out mission? (Straight)
Crash out
No, it's desperado mission, nigga, I'm hungry out here
This nigga know all of us, he been knowin'
You since you was like four or five
He know your mama, your granny
On God), your uncle, he know everybody
So he know how I'm rockin'
Man, he know we ain't finna get no chili
Cheese fry special around this motherfucker
Man, you know you in first class prison level four, stupid
Ain't nobody stupid
Dumb-dumb
Man, alright, man, nigga gon' tap in with you
Later and take this dumb-ass nigga to the house
Alright, I'll holler at you
Alright
Yeah
I got bills pilin' up, fridge empty too
For a week straight, chicken noodle soup
Call from my side bitch, she said the baby due
Bucket catchin' all the rain, holes in my roof
Landlord beatin' down the door, but I ain't got the rent
So every dollar that I earn, I already spent
Niggas air your business out, that's why I'm always scared to vent
And they say they love me all the time, but I still ain't convinced
I don't know if God sayin' fuck me or my luck just gone
'Cause every time I turn around, it's somethin' else goin' wrong
That nigga that invented flockin', I bet he was broke
If I leave the house and go back with nothin', it's a long way home
I'm scared that if I go to sleep, then I might die a bum
I'm scared my people can't count on me, I ain't scared of dyin' young
I made four-fifty, the first thing I did was buy a gun
I had eight jobs this year and I got fired from every one
Sometimes my nights could get long, my nigga
Sometimes I feel I did you wrong, my nigga
Most of the time I be alone, my nigga