Baby, I don't really out finness Talk about love but they'll kill you for the check Taking all these drugs for the stress If you only want me, if you only wanted me Haven't seen the Sun in a hundred days Text your ass back that I'm on my way I won't RIP till' I find my way Had a pistol pete, then he shot away Tell me why they gotta take the real ones Why they gotta envy when the deal comes I done lost my bro on the field, done Why you take his soul, like you steal some And I don't really wanna die young I pray the lord that they blessin all my sons Rolling deep trying to make it out the slums Looking up that I made it out the mud Yeah I made it out the mud You don't need to tell me, cause I know you have my love Always get reminded, cause I always see them doves I always find my way, even when I get so stuck I always find my way, even when I'm out of luck But tell me dear lord why you gotta take the real ones That shit make me stronger wonder why I have no feelings I remember promising to making all them millions Making all these tracks and we dancing on the ceilings Haven't seen the Sun in a hundred days Text your ass back that I'm on my way I won't RIP till, I find my way Had a pistol pete, then he shot away Tell me why they gotta take the real ones Why they gotta envy when the deal comes I done lost my bro on the field, done Why you take his soul like you steal some And I don't really wanna die young Balenciaga's on my feet I won't run Reminisce all the ones in the club Why they gotta die young for the funds But always end with guns And praying for your mama slime Praying for your cousin We don't ever want to ride It be your own that's suspect Wonder why I don't go outside Because everybody upset, upset Bullets fly and everybody duckin, aye RIP to nip RIP to peep Now I take these pills just to sleep, aye RIP to x let him rest Why they gotta kill the best All these young legends gotta die young Haven't seen the Sun in a hundred days Text your ass back that I'm on my way I won't RIP till' I find my way Had a pistol pete, then he shot away Tell me why they gotta take the real ones Why they gotta envy when the deal comes I done lost my bro on the field, done Why you take his soul like you steal some And I don't really wanna die young And I don't really wanna die young