[Intro]
Pipe that shit up, TnT
No, no, no, no (NLE the top shotta)
Ayy, ayy (Got them bombs like Al-Qaeda)
Trap jumpin' like TwoThree
Feel the pain and it's floating, something fun
I ain't even go to college, got me runnin'
I ain't even go to college, got me runnin'
I'm off the Percocets, bitch, I'm off the molly
[Verse 1]
So much shit been on my mind that I don't know where to start
My chest, it hurts from this pain, I think I need a new heart
Can't forget you for what you did, 'cause you took it too far
I had to cut this lil' bitch off, 'cause she wasn't playin' her part
I'm doin' right about you, but you still neglect me
If I didn't had the money or the fame, would you still text me?
I don't wanna tote no gun, I know the crackers gon' arrest me
But if they opposite me out in person
You know they gon' bless me
They say I'm overrated, because I'm most hated
They throwin' dirt up on my name, but I'm dedicated
Got suicidal thoughts goin' through my brain daily
And don't nobody understand the problems that I have
Gino died November 10th, just a month before Christmas
My birthday on November 1st, so you know that shit hit me
My brother came into the room and he said "Gino dead"
Slim chance he gon' make it, he got shot in the head
I look on Instagram, everybody sayin' "Pull through"
I sent a prayer that you'd make it but it didn't save you
And I don't wanna see you layin' in the ICU
And I didn't go to the funeral, I can't see you in the tomb, no
Pipe that shit up, TnT
No, no, no, no (NLE the top shotta)
Ayy, ayy (Got them bombs like Al-Qaeda)
Trap jumpin' like TwoThree
Feel the pain and it's floating, something fun
I ain't even go to college, got me runnin'
I ain't even go to college, got me runnin'
I'm off the Percocets, bitch, I'm off the molly
[Verse 1]
So much shit been on my mind that I don't know where to start
My chest, it hurts from this pain, I think I need a new heart
Can't forget you for what you did, 'cause you took it too far
I had to cut this lil' bitch off, 'cause she wasn't playin' her part
I'm doin' right about you, but you still neglect me
If I didn't had the money or the fame, would you still text me?
I don't wanna tote no gun, I know the crackers gon' arrest me
But if they opposite me out in person
You know they gon' bless me
They say I'm overrated, because I'm most hated
They throwin' dirt up on my name, but I'm dedicated
Got suicidal thoughts goin' through my brain daily
And don't nobody understand the problems that I have
Gino died November 10th, just a month before Christmas
My birthday on November 1st, so you know that shit hit me
My brother came into the room and he said "Gino dead"
Slim chance he gon' make it, he got shot in the head
I look on Instagram, everybody sayin' "Pull through"
I sent a prayer that you'd make it but it didn't save you
And I don't wanna see you layin' in the ICU
And I didn't go to the funeral, I can't see you in the tomb, no
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