Have Nots Kur

[Verse 1]
If you got room in your heart to forgive a nigga, forgive me
I be pressed to see bitches
But can't see my dawg in prison for a visit
I be focused on Rick Owens, YT sweatsuits, all that fly shit
I bought some Louis shit, Mother's Day came and I ain't even get my mom shit
This for niggas locked up that's getting high off them bennies
Heard they put Phil in the hole, shit he ain't called in a minute
Told you I couldn't find myself
You said "keep searching, keep looking"
Honestly I just wish you could see me now Ms. Goodman
I grew up with the have-nots
Niggas flip work one time, buy a sweatsuit, then they assed out
Same niggas trip off them xans, get wild and spazz out
The house that I was raised in turned to a trap house
House niggas bagged up and smoke get trapped out
Niggas that I looked up to, they took the crack route
I ain't talk to Greg in a minute, I heard he back out
Remember nights he took me home with him and almost passed out
Reem was fascinated with cars, wanted to cash out
Coop was fascinated with bars, until he'd pass out
Remember days I fucked up my pack, and I was assed out
Used to have them straps on our lap, like fuck a stash box
Every night was serving them players
Right on them back blocks
Niggas wasn't there when I was assed out
But be at all my shows like how many passes can you pass out?
Middle man and them ounces tryna take a half out