Say don't you ever ask no nigga for some change and you gon' owe him some My nigga bought a gun before we ever bought the boss for one Cost him bout four hundred, shit I could have ate off that for months He paid in the worst way, that nigga spawned a couple runts Ain't even have the balls to stick around, spent his money wrong All that nigga cared about was violence and some shitty songs Bumping off the speakers of a shitty whip and selling rocks And if he went to jail, he couldn't bail himself up out the box Then nigga what you selling for? Tryna get up out the struggle Nigga you done smoked your own supply, now you in deep trouble Call up Keisha, maybe she can spot you just a bit But nigga, you won't ask until after she gon' let you hit You ain't even call to ask me how my day went And you gon' sit up here, tryna fuck to get some payment? Oh hell, she done caught on, now you gotta switch it up But she just 'bout as fucked up as you, she still gave it up He waves the flags that I ignore by choice He's so romantic and destroyed I made a list of all the pros, no cons He could never be in the wrong 'Cause they're always tall Back to reality, huh, 'member you doubted me, uoh No I ain't bragging, my pockets full, yeah they sag like a hoe You know, look like I sold my soul, but I can't go for that though Pusher can go for that dope I put that on everyone's soul, I'd die right here in my mind Before I go out with some cheaters on me like Mexican hoes We don't get friendly with those, fuck you think God gave me toes? For you to go stand on them hoes, the way that I stomp on they domes He waves the flags that I ignore by choice He's so romantic and destroyed I made a list of all the pros, no cons He could never be in the wrong 'Cause they're always tall Why you always come back, tripping like you own one? I know that you hate me now but later you gon' want some You left, your eyes gone, break up when the time comes My body getting hot I feel like I'm stuck in a sauna Bad bitch like Alana and I don't even want her Your ex Insta stalk you, what the fuck is wrong with him? Heart broke can I pop a I guess I'll take it on my chin These bitches always when they gonna see me, I'm like: Come again? Face down, reaching for a way out That faint sound, discreet behind the main crowd Can't leave house, reeking of that mean loud You need pounds, pray he find that green now Waste management abandon shit He had a plan like patching bullet holes with bandages Ain't handling, life is not a mandolin No more chances, brodie gotta be a man to live He waves the flags that I ignore by choice He's so romantic and destroyed I made a list of all the pros, no cons He could never be in the wrong 'Cause they're always tall or charming I love them more every time they don't want me A lifted struggle, problem with his money Makes it worse every time he says sorry You know my father died, I think I miss him still I think I hate him still, I lost my crazy pills It's got me thinking put a pistol where my temple is I think I'm losing it, I think I kinda like it I think I've seen my daddy, the hell hounds biting I fell in love with syrup, I found my life in cycles Cause me and Jesus wrote this, that's why my shit the nicest My every word is priceless, the demons haunt me nightly From beginning to the end it's just me and my friends I turned a penny to a billion with a stroke of my pen, yeah I make the mountains move, I make the ocean split I've seen the worst of all, surprised I made it here