[Intro: YTB Fatt & NoCap]
Uh
Uh
[Chorus: NoCap & YTB Fatt]
Few niggas just got sweeped, the feds move like a broom
Fill my scars with codeine 'cause Tris can heal these wounds
Uh, hotboxin' these foreign cars, I never should've been a star
I control the game, I'm raw, NoCap a damn analog
Uh, what you know 'bout cryin' alone (Uh), smilin' with your company?
Uh, I done searched the whole damn world and I was hopin' I can find peace
[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
I 'member I asked mama for that cheese, the money ain't have no time
Bro went out sad, shit, he gon' do what else now?
Tryna understand where she comin' from, I ain't get the assignment
His [?] gave him an L, so I'm knowin' that was traumatic
He play with his life, chill, Roddy got public defenders (What else?)
Late nights, we should meet, back and forth by sayin' that I know that I miss her (I'm here for it)
[?] what I told Daisha
"Don't talk on the phone" what I tell my niggas
I respect the feet game, tell the pussies
"Slow down" is what I told to T Keisha
South, I'm close, I'm back home
Knee-deep in the beef, I'm back on that
That's what I told my mama
If I let 'em catch me with my pants down, that's gon' make they summer
Uh, rich for real, I [?] Hummer
Text God a prayer for the family, He text back, "I love you"
I ain't come this far for nothin'
I was just from Miami to LA, it cost thirty-one
Uh
Uh
[Chorus: NoCap & YTB Fatt]
Few niggas just got sweeped, the feds move like a broom
Fill my scars with codeine 'cause Tris can heal these wounds
Uh, hotboxin' these foreign cars, I never should've been a star
I control the game, I'm raw, NoCap a damn analog
Uh, what you know 'bout cryin' alone (Uh), smilin' with your company?
Uh, I done searched the whole damn world and I was hopin' I can find peace
[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
I 'member I asked mama for that cheese, the money ain't have no time
Bro went out sad, shit, he gon' do what else now?
Tryna understand where she comin' from, I ain't get the assignment
His [?] gave him an L, so I'm knowin' that was traumatic
He play with his life, chill, Roddy got public defenders (What else?)
Late nights, we should meet, back and forth by sayin' that I know that I miss her (I'm here for it)
[?] what I told Daisha
"Don't talk on the phone" what I tell my niggas
I respect the feet game, tell the pussies
"Slow down" is what I told to T Keisha
South, I'm close, I'm back home
Knee-deep in the beef, I'm back on that
That's what I told my mama
If I let 'em catch me with my pants down, that's gon' make they summer
Uh, rich for real, I [?] Hummer
Text God a prayer for the family, He text back, "I love you"
I ain't come this far for nothin'
I was just from Miami to LA, it cost thirty-one
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