Always On The Rebound

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