[Verse 1]
Some feelings never go away
I done bare throw-overs, I never been a throwaway
Get mad up at my bitch, block her socials, tell her "Go away"
I was fifteen, really running through a O a day
Three racks a day, that's why we're not the same
Built my second line, felt like I clocked the game
I used to get food off whats-his-name
I never wanted me no watch and chain
I was saving for a gun, I bought two, I can't get robbed again
I took his blood, he took my pack
I'm in the kitchen cooking crack
Little thirty-eight, yeah I got booked for that, done years for that
Matter fact, sis don't understand that little bro's grown
Done all these years in jail, she want her bro home
Man I just wanna go home and make a mill, I wonder how shh feels
Gave up the guys, don't you know that payback's real?
And karma don't discriminate
I wouldn't even make it in for dinner late
My mum stopped fixing me a dinner plate
Cah she knows more time I eat on the strip
And money don't mean shit if I can't eat with my nigs
I need a bitch but I don't know where I'ma find me a chill one
I don't blame them goofballs telling hoes they're a real one
And they don't know what real is
Tell me bro, you ever pressed on a killswitch?
Or drove away thinking you killed him?
Light up your weed if you feel this, this is that real shit
I got a few summers left till I'm home but tell me will you wait for me?
And don't tell me what I wanna hear, be straight with me
Expect the unexpected if you're dating me
She ain't heard from me, it's been days my G
I'm going through phases B
Where I don't wanna speak to a soul cah
I don't know who's telling feds we're beating off poles or creeping in homes
And the mandem licked a hundred in a night and it's all facts
Boxes in the van, in the car we got more packs
You ain't gotta bang for a block to be relevant
The realest guys I know was getting money in their element
You think he ain't real cah he ain't bring his gun out
But he real why? Cah he got money, helped his mum out
Everybody want clout, I want bricks for the drought
Get with us, get down, you know how we get round
Three sticks, two cars, twenty years is too hard
But they gave it to my dargs, keep my bros in your duas
Some feelings never go away
I done bare throw-overs, I never been a throwaway
Get mad up at my bitch, block her socials, tell her "Go away"
I was fifteen, really running through a O a day
Three racks a day, that's why we're not the same
Built my second line, felt like I clocked the game
I used to get food off whats-his-name
I never wanted me no watch and chain
I was saving for a gun, I bought two, I can't get robbed again
I took his blood, he took my pack
I'm in the kitchen cooking crack
Little thirty-eight, yeah I got booked for that, done years for that
Matter fact, sis don't understand that little bro's grown
Done all these years in jail, she want her bro home
Man I just wanna go home and make a mill, I wonder how shh feels
Gave up the guys, don't you know that payback's real?
And karma don't discriminate
I wouldn't even make it in for dinner late
My mum stopped fixing me a dinner plate
Cah she knows more time I eat on the strip
And money don't mean shit if I can't eat with my nigs
I need a bitch but I don't know where I'ma find me a chill one
I don't blame them goofballs telling hoes they're a real one
And they don't know what real is
Tell me bro, you ever pressed on a killswitch?
Or drove away thinking you killed him?
Light up your weed if you feel this, this is that real shit
I got a few summers left till I'm home but tell me will you wait for me?
And don't tell me what I wanna hear, be straight with me
Expect the unexpected if you're dating me
She ain't heard from me, it's been days my G
I'm going through phases B
Where I don't wanna speak to a soul cah
I don't know who's telling feds we're beating off poles or creeping in homes
And the mandem licked a hundred in a night and it's all facts
Boxes in the van, in the car we got more packs
You ain't gotta bang for a block to be relevant
The realest guys I know was getting money in their element
You think he ain't real cah he ain't bring his gun out
But he real why? Cah he got money, helped his mum out
Everybody want clout, I want bricks for the drought
Get with us, get down, you know how we get round
Three sticks, two cars, twenty years is too hard
But they gave it to my dargs, keep my bros in your duas
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