[Intro]
They say life goes on
Time continues to pass
(Yung Bala on the beat)
I miss my man
[Chorus]
I been thinkin' 'bout my brother and his last day—yeah (Yeah)
Got me fillin' up my ashtray (Tray)
Be strong, you a soldier—what the Lord say? (Lord)
Thick smoke in the ashtray
Got me thinkin' 'bout my mother in a bad way—yeah (Yeah)
Still fillin' up the ashtray (Tray)
Hard times don't last—that's what they all say (Nigga)
Thick smoke in the ashtray
[Verse 1]
I been thinkin' 'bout Poke; my brother died on me (Died)
Right hand to God, I really cried, homie (I swear)
Right after that, them niggas lied on me (Lied)
I was able to hold on but still lonely (Lonely)
I be duckin' that fake love—I'm good, dog (Dog)
I ain't make no excuses, nigga; I stood tall (Tall)
Never reppin' the front line for the wrong thing (Never)
Ain't no traffic where I'm at; I'm in my own lane (Nigga)
I passed the graveyard and tried to look the other way (The other way)
Real niggas, we shed tears on Mother's Day (We do)
The cup's spillin'; I'm still fillin' the ashtray (Tray)
No relatin' to niggas hatin'; I mash play (Play)
From the bottom, my nigga, we ain't the same cloth (Cloth)
God, forgive me, I'm just tryin' to work this pain off (I'm workin')
I'm a king, nigga, even when my chain's off (Chain)
That's why decades later, I got the same talk (I swear)
They say life goes on
Time continues to pass
(Yung Bala on the beat)
I miss my man
[Chorus]
I been thinkin' 'bout my brother and his last day—yeah (Yeah)
Got me fillin' up my ashtray (Tray)
Be strong, you a soldier—what the Lord say? (Lord)
Thick smoke in the ashtray
Got me thinkin' 'bout my mother in a bad way—yeah (Yeah)
Still fillin' up the ashtray (Tray)
Hard times don't last—that's what they all say (Nigga)
Thick smoke in the ashtray
[Verse 1]
I been thinkin' 'bout Poke; my brother died on me (Died)
Right hand to God, I really cried, homie (I swear)
Right after that, them niggas lied on me (Lied)
I was able to hold on but still lonely (Lonely)
I be duckin' that fake love—I'm good, dog (Dog)
I ain't make no excuses, nigga; I stood tall (Tall)
Never reppin' the front line for the wrong thing (Never)
Ain't no traffic where I'm at; I'm in my own lane (Nigga)
I passed the graveyard and tried to look the other way (The other way)
Real niggas, we shed tears on Mother's Day (We do)
The cup's spillin'; I'm still fillin' the ashtray (Tray)
No relatin' to niggas hatin'; I mash play (Play)
From the bottom, my nigga, we ain't the same cloth (Cloth)
God, forgive me, I'm just tryin' to work this pain off (I'm workin')
I'm a king, nigga, even when my chain's off (Chain)
That's why decades later, I got the same talk (I swear)
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