Bust out the meter, this one for Tunechi and Jeter, yeah
Just one song for all my loved ones, yeah
We ain't keepin' score, just know I'm up somethin', yeah
Trust nothin', yeah
Mark that big champagne, I sip on mud bubbly
We had went and got it when it was nothin', yeah
Thankful for my third, I got love somethin', yeah
Somebody gotta be there, I got drugs comin', yeah
Roof to floor my window, so on and so far
I'm the perfect nigga for lil' shawty, she like dope boys
Jumpin' off that jet, bitches like, "I think that's ol' boy"
I just spent this Percocet, can you do it 'til your throat sore?
I got real ones that gon' die for me, Lord feel me
Father took my dawg, left me empty, huh
All we know is thuggin', ain't no other way for me, yeah
I can tell it's fake, so keep your love away from me, yeah
Sippin' in my coupe, uh, listenin' to Cole World
Visitin' my youth, still got feelings for my old girl
Shawty think she owed somethin', did this on my own, girl
Tryna be optimistic, I be really in my own world
Pour that deuce up, can't resist, yeah
Gotta be on my toes, I know niggas wan' push my shit back
Lot of these niggas done folded on me, labels tryna push my shit back
Young nigga gotta keep them loads comin', 'member my shit wasn't lit yet

No time for no changes, yeah
My bitch like that coupe, that bitch is brainless, yeah
Now them bitches fuck me like I'm famous, yeah
This ain't what you want, this how I came with it
Gotta be real if you gon' try and speak my language (ooh, ooh-ooh)
You gotta be real if you gon' try and speak my language

We were children, went through hell
Don't think you know me too well
Syrup in my jones, I identify with you well
Heard lil' Bino on, yeah, lil' Bino on, ooh, yeah
I'm still off the Percocet, 'cept now I take a few pills
Uncomfortable with shit I need to do still, yeah

Slidin' through the trenches, I keep two shooters on standby (at least)
Smokin', reminiscin' on the day I watched my man die (my nigga)
Social, kept it anti, any fade offered, I ran mine (run mine)
Cards, I used to scam mine, do this shit for my grandma (mama)
We playin' ball, then check it up (check it up)
I do this for the brodies lost they life, I pray they restin' up
Wish I could take that ride with 'em (I wish)
Fuck 12, we ain't confessin' nothin', rather die with 'em (I'd rather die)
It's all in the eyes, Chico (Chico)
They never lie, nigga (never lie)
Sick and tired of just waitin', I really despise probation (hungry)
Nipsey provided greatness, I'm sippin' in moderation (neighborhood)
We really get treated filthy, the system gotta be racist (gotta be)
We die for this occupation, see drama inside our faces (you see it)
So far from livin' average, I seen my bro in a casket (I seen him)
As a young nigga, I done seen a lot of shit you cannot imagine (you can't)
Mama told me, "Dave, slow it down," I just wanna go faster (I'm speedin')
I'm thinkin' Leek, how you die on me, nigga? I had so much to ask you (so much)
We was nineteen drinkin' Mad Dog, we just wanted some action (2020)
Before we ever heard about a virus, we was runnin' with masks (masked up)
Glock .40 when I go to sleep, kept it under my mattress (beam on it)
This lifestyle that I'm livin' now, I just wanted to have it (I wanted it)
I go to Dallas, they treat me like one of the Mavericks (Mavericks)
I'm watchin' my body, I ordered a salad, this shit is so automatic (automatic)
Never no fear in my heart, anythin' you askin' for, you can have it (I got it)
Go where I go, see what I see, come take a walk through the madness (walk with me)

No time for no changes, yeah
My bitch like that coupe, that bitch is brainless, yeah
Now them bitches fuck me like I'm famous, yeah
This ain't what you want, this how I came with it
Gotta be real if you gon' try and speak my language (ooh, ooh-ooh)
You gotta be real if you gon' try and speak my language

We were children, went through hell
Don't think you know me too well
Syrup in my jones, I identify with you well
Heard lil' Bino on, yeah, lil' Bino on, ooh, yeah
I'm still off the Percocet, 'cept now I take a few pills
Uncomfortable with shit I need to do still, yeah

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Writer(s): Brandon Rainey, David Brewster, Matthew Athanasiou, Michael Kuzoian