[Verse]
I got no more left to say, I mix codeine with the pain
Every day is not the same without my bros that's been away
I sent out like fifty K to all my niggas that's in jail
Marlow brought the burner out, got teeth on him that won't decay
'Member my first Gucci belt, Italian linen every day
Didn't know what Louis were, couldn't build Rome in a day
She just wants the newest purse, broski wants a dinner plate
I don't even want the love, I'm gettin' used to all the hate
Put on LV shoes like I skate, RS, Q3, or the 8
I got bad bitches from South, I'm with the shooters from L8
We makin' moves and stay up late cause I'm still choosin' to get paid
Had to cut my homie off 'cause bro maneuverin' like a snake
I'm tired of this talkin'
Can't fit this rubber band in this stack, I had to force it
Tryna turn these dingers into Cullinans and Porsches
Broski gonna shoot you first 'cause we ain't into that bullshit
Hate when bitches stay too long, can't wait for her to leave
Flexin' on her Insta with that shit she got from me
So much expectations, every time, I supersede
Bro got segregated 'cause he smoked man on the threes
All the things we never had and now we have what we don't need
I tell hoes to suck me first, even hoes deserve to eat
I might spend a monkey first to test the waters when it's deep
I can love you till it hurts, but it ain't hard for me to leave
Null to sixty in this Urus, let's go on the count of three
Always seen these bridges burn, but it's never 'cause of me
Go legit, let's go to work, but niggas rather pick the streets
I lost way too many brothers, why do you think we hate police?
Broski loves to sell some dope, he gets a dopamine release
I got no more left to say, I mix codeine with the pain
Every day is not the same without my bros that's been away
I sent out like fifty K to all my niggas that's in jail
Marlow brought the burner out, got teeth on him that won't decay
'Member my first Gucci belt, Italian linen every day
Didn't know what Louis were, couldn't build Rome in a day
She just wants the newest purse, broski wants a dinner plate
I don't even want the love, I'm gettin' used to all the hate
Put on LV shoes like I skate, RS, Q3, or the 8
I got bad bitches from South, I'm with the shooters from L8
We makin' moves and stay up late cause I'm still choosin' to get paid
Had to cut my homie off 'cause bro maneuverin' like a snake
I'm tired of this talkin'
Can't fit this rubber band in this stack, I had to force it
Tryna turn these dingers into Cullinans and Porsches
Broski gonna shoot you first 'cause we ain't into that bullshit
Hate when bitches stay too long, can't wait for her to leave
Flexin' on her Insta with that shit she got from me
So much expectations, every time, I supersede
Bro got segregated 'cause he smoked man on the threes
All the things we never had and now we have what we don't need
I tell hoes to suck me first, even hoes deserve to eat
I might spend a monkey first to test the waters when it's deep
I can love you till it hurts, but it ain't hard for me to leave
Null to sixty in this Urus, let's go on the count of three
Always seen these bridges burn, but it's never 'cause of me
Go legit, let's go to work, but niggas rather pick the streets
I lost way too many brothers, why do you think we hate police?
Broski loves to sell some dope, he gets a dopamine release
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