Depression

(Hey yo, good!)

Who was wondering, yo?

I fight depression for my dawgs

We mean it, we was stealing cars, now he don't answer calls

Know that I can't question God but I just wanna talk

Ask him why I'm strong enough because I get my opp

But fuck I'm standing tall

Sucre got caught with a gun, mama beat my ass

She thought that she gon' make me do better, but it just made me mad

Broke Chanel sympathy for the niggas who got left from the ground

My shooter talking, they thought it was funny until I shot they ass

My shooter talking, they thought it was funny 'cause I was hella broke

Got used to running 'em wild while I was in school 'cause I was hella cold

Super' ask me 'cause he know that I was spinning, so he that he gon' drop a load

When me and b-blue, we just swinging E, you niggas happen to know

Always swinging hit, when we step we look for blood

Save a blick, y'all can't sure save a nigga, forever catch a slug

Got a Drac' 'cause I got many natural bro with dawgs

Out they Glock, this bitch like brick lo-pack

Can't hop, I'm tryna score (I'm tryna score)

I bet them boy won't come outside

'Cause I grew up with all the opps, now they ain't tryna hide

Tears shot, and she can't love a G, can't see 'em in no blind

Doc' told him he won't walk again, that bitch went through his spine

I fight depression for my dawgs

We mean it, we was stealing cars, now he don't answer calls

Know that I can't question God but I just wanna talk

Ask him why I'm strong enough because I get my opp

But fuck I'm standing tall