A6586AM

Name a number to the governor, A6586AM

Summertime, two bodies, six AM's

Got feds at the crib at like 6:00 a.m.

We ain't spoke in a minute but I miss mayhem

Cah ever since juvie we've been made men

Now it's half-past six but my wrist says ten

And we sat around the table and we did break bread

Man, I've seen real fake friends, I've seen fame change them

I've got hittas on go and I just gotta say when

And when I see them rate you, I just can't rate them

I've been on landings with gangsters and had to page them

And now man don't get shit twisted

Cah we can do it bare-fisted or suttin's getting airlifted

I give thanks to the plug, I got a square gifted

I think you should go to Hell if you bear witness

From a C63 hitting sales to half a box in my cell, no scales

From a yute man I've been off the rails

Always on license, on bail and all this weed smoke I exhale

Cah my friends ain't coming home and that could be me if this fails

But fuck that 'cause I'm feeling myself

Do you know how much time I done? Did it myself

Educating myself, suicide, mental health, it's all challenging (bah)

And all of your friends just keep vanishing (bah)

That's why I stay strapped at the gathering (true)

But he forgot me, I should be mad at him (yeah)