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Hold up, hold up, ayy
Yeah
You don't really know the same old chain
You don't really know the same old thing
Yeah
Don't get out of pocket (yeah)
If you talk too much, get your throat checked (throat checked)
Got too much shit in these pockets (pockets)
I don't want my coat, no coat check (nah)
Only twenty, not enough to finish college (damn)
R.i.p. Pop Smoke, young G.O.a.t. Shit
Take 'em out when they show such promise (oof)
How the world done got so cold? Yeah
Peep game, yeah I peep those plottin' (yeah, I peep those)
Stay away from the bull like Stockton (bull)
Fake new 'bout you 'gon surface (yeah)
That ain't got no legs, they doxing (true)
Bad vibes, I don't need those options (don't need those)
Stay away, cut 'em off like tonsils
Life's a game but it's not no console (no console)
No respawn, stay mindful (yeah)
When the rain fall down, we gon' all get wet
When the day get rough, we gon' solve these tests (uh)
Life's too short and we all be stressed
But we still woke up so we all be blessed
Just another kid from the city tryna shine like them
But I'm not like them, while we all be pressed
There's enough for us both, we could all be fed (uh)
Get it while you can, we gon' all be dead (yeah)
Soon enough, some sooner than others
While they're here, be there for your brothers
Tell your sisters you love 'em
I don't got no time for the bad shit
'Cause we all live fast in the crashes
So I hold my head, look past them
Don't get out of pocket (yeah)
If you talk too much, get your throat checked (throat checked)
Got too much shit in these pockets (pockets)
I don't want my coat, no coat check (nah)
Only twenty, not enough to finish college (damn)
R.i.p. Pop Smoke, young G.O.a.t. Shit
Take 'em out when they show such promise
How the world done got so cold? Yeah (cold, yeah)
How the world done got so cold? Yeah (cold, yeah)
Cu-cu-cutting off ties, following suit
Only implies to do what you told
Talk from the heart, don't wanna be owned
So nobody's owed except for the bros
Drinkin' again, my girl with a pose
But she doesn't hold the weight in my my head
Only way I get away from the stress
But every tomorrow I'm runnin' again
Don't really know who I'm runnin' against
Maybe it's me making my bed, so
Nobody look at the sheets, uh
What you see not what it seems
Fuck it, I'm vexed, therapist say I'm depressed
But where am I going from here?
When I walk out of the session, the session begins
Don't let that go over your head
I got some family I worry about
Starting to feel they worry 'bout me
Way more than I be worried 'bout them
'Cause I keep everything buried beneath
Chill with the guys, staying out late
All of the trauma we try to escape
Then I'm on tour, feel like I'm Thor
And I get back and it's worse than before
Can I find balance in living this life?
Been with my girl, she want something more
Know she deserves everything that she wants
But I just struggle to even the score
All of the feelings I try to ignore
Always come knock at the door
What the fuck am I still doing this for? (Doing this for)