[Verse]
Before you take my soul, I'm trynna let this shit be known and get it off my chest
I’m far from perfect, doing wrong, just know I try my best
Behind this gun I get to hiding, fact I'm scared to death
Cuz everytime I dream, I see dead people when I lay in bed
I get to thinking bout the opps and thinking bout my friends
I get to thinking bout my family, thinking bout my grands
Granny I'm glad you met Jhené before the days you left
Cuz I got friends who got kids, some they ain’t even met
And this shit crazy, police department's been hеlla janky
All the times you spent in jail, it's sum you can't rеplace it
I hate the streets but I love it cuz it's my motivation
Designer clothes, expensive shit will never fill what's vacant
Ay fuck the opps, we gon' shoot it out when we crossing paths
I had friends that I call brothers and they turned out bad
And all the times I almost died that shit just made me mad
Cuz all the shootouts in front my momma house, I apologize for that
Aye, apologize for that
Aye
Tomorrow never promised, so I'm writing down this letter, being honest
Shit I can’t even lie, the money turned me to a monster
All the shit I dodged, I guess that you can say I’m lucky
And your funny was bummy, now bad bitches trynna fuck me
I was hungry, ain't even know who really friends
Seem like the ones who really care are finna ones that I just met
And it’s fucked up, cuz that's just how it ends
But if I tell you I love you just know I got you til the end
That goes for family too, I be with steppers in designer shoes
Label's trynna move me outta town because the shit we do
I ain't the type to judge, because I been there too
And if my brother shoot I’ll follow up cuz that's what brothers do
Damn, shouldn't feel good to shoot a human
Trynna kill for all the times that I cried, I'm not a bad influence
Damn, shouldn't feel good to shoot a human
Trynna kill for all the times that I cried, I'm not a bad influence
Gang
Before you take my soul, I'm trynna let this shit be known and get it off my chest
I’m far from perfect, doing wrong, just know I try my best
Behind this gun I get to hiding, fact I'm scared to death
Cuz everytime I dream, I see dead people when I lay in bed
I get to thinking bout the opps and thinking bout my friends
I get to thinking bout my family, thinking bout my grands
Granny I'm glad you met Jhené before the days you left
Cuz I got friends who got kids, some they ain’t even met
And this shit crazy, police department's been hеlla janky
All the times you spent in jail, it's sum you can't rеplace it
I hate the streets but I love it cuz it's my motivation
Designer clothes, expensive shit will never fill what's vacant
Ay fuck the opps, we gon' shoot it out when we crossing paths
I had friends that I call brothers and they turned out bad
And all the times I almost died that shit just made me mad
Cuz all the shootouts in front my momma house, I apologize for that
Aye, apologize for that
Aye
Tomorrow never promised, so I'm writing down this letter, being honest
Shit I can’t even lie, the money turned me to a monster
All the shit I dodged, I guess that you can say I’m lucky
And your funny was bummy, now bad bitches trynna fuck me
I was hungry, ain't even know who really friends
Seem like the ones who really care are finna ones that I just met
And it’s fucked up, cuz that's just how it ends
But if I tell you I love you just know I got you til the end
That goes for family too, I be with steppers in designer shoes
Label's trynna move me outta town because the shit we do
I ain't the type to judge, because I been there too
And if my brother shoot I’ll follow up cuz that's what brothers do
Damn, shouldn't feel good to shoot a human
Trynna kill for all the times that I cried, I'm not a bad influence
Damn, shouldn't feel good to shoot a human
Trynna kill for all the times that I cried, I'm not a bad influence
Gang
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