Yeah
You know what
Ayy, ayy
Get money just to throw away
Overstate blessings, instead of dwelling on my old mistakes
Know the pains heavy, I can feel it in my soul today
Waiting on my phone to ring
I sit on a throne of missed calls and connections
Starred imperfections
I miss home when I long for attention
And hit your hoe when I want some affection
Wrong first impressions, cost of depression
And you don't get a second chance
I'm pinching pennies just to get the shit I never had
I'm in the deli with a spliff inside my zipper pack
And Mackaveli in my whip 'cause I been in my bag
Nobody tell me how to get it now I'm living bad
But I can't blame that shit on them, that's why I'm feeling sad
I'm still ashamed of all my sins and I'm still getting past
I hear your name and feel regret, but that's just in the past
My independence got me prideful
Why I can't do no advice bro?
Why you worried 'bout my life, don't you notice running cycles?
Got me spinning like a cyclone, uh
I pen these writtens for survival
What, ayy, I'm in the cuts smokin haze
Young nigga with my luck in the grave
I keep playing puppy love, it's a stage
But each day I'm on the cusp of a rage
I can't let go
And you could feel it off the get go
"Fucked up" gon' be written on my headstone
Yeah, I'm love drunk off of you
Dust off a jewel,
Glue it to a crown,
put in on your head
The way your skin is brown,
They gon' want you dead,
Deep beneath the ground,
Eyes burning red, sky turning red
Folded like a scroll, 'cause when I be around
With you 'til to the end, when I be around
With you til the end, I'll be with you til the end
I'll be with you til the-
I'll be with you
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