(Ayy, who that? John Gotitt)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, huh

When times was hard, life was rough, I tried givin' up (I tried givin' up)
I'm like, "Maybe I wasn't meant for much" (I wasn't meant for much)
I miss big bruh so much sometimes, I wish I went with him (I wish I went with him)
Like, "Don't worry, here I come" (don't worry, here I come)
I'm poppin' meds, layin' in bed, tryna wake up dead (I'm tryna wake up dead)
Instead I wake up achin', starin' at my ceilin' fan (I'm starin' at my ceilin' fan)
Voice in my head said, "Quit playin' and just finish it" (like, boy, quit playin' nigga)
One to the head if you wanna end this shit
Let's just get it finished with (let's just get it finished with)

When my lil' cousin shot his self, my auntie found his body (my auntie found him)
I still be fightin' that urge inside me, I need counselin' probably
But who gon' listen to all this different shit you know I been into?
I can tell you somethin' that'll make you sick that you'll swear isn't true (yeah, sick)
Have you ever dreamed you couldn't see but voices visit you?
And tell you you'll be rich by twenty-six if you survive that boom (survive that shots)
'Spital views, hard to get you stable, it's so many goons
Bright lights get dark like closin' tunes, the reapers in the room
Grim said he'll take me far away soon as I tell 'em to
Then I felt Ric shake me, "Gee, you stayin', we got shit to do"
I wanted to go, but you told me, "No", I'm glad I heard you spoke
Live or die, decide 'cause both is painful, either way it goes

When times was hard, life was rough, I tried givin' up (I tried givin' up)
I'm like, "Maybe I wasn't meant for much" (I wasn't meant for much)
I miss big bruh so much sometimes, I wish I went with him (I wish I went with him)
Like, "Don't worry, here I come" (don't worry, here I come)
I'm poppin' meds, layin' in bed, tryna wake up dead (I'm tryna wake up dead)
Instead I wake up achin', starin' at my ceilin' fan (I'm starin' at my ceilin' fan)
Voice in my head said, "Quit playin' and just finish it" (ayy, boy, quit playin')
One to the head if you wanna end this shit
Let's just get it finished with (let's just get it finished with)

Ayy, yeah, Magi, you know?
I ain't mad at you
You feel me, I, I salute your bravery, for real
Sometimes I wish I was as brave as you
Whether you meant it or not
You got away from this motherfucker
Mmm, we'll make 'em see it though, how far it go

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): George Stone III, Indyah McAlister, John Carlos Ramirez, Liam McAlister, Vincent Charette