I done seen my n***a pass away and I ain't even cry Stuck up in my feelings bout the opps, I'm bout to gotta die My n***a sellin' dope for my n***a and get booked for a fight My n***a still be boppin', they celebrate all cars they ride Celebrate the guns they took, the n***a that they shoot Off inside Vegas where you get right, and n***a get took Steppin', steppin', steppin' in the city where slimes get cooked I'm my n***a, diarist, I know I kiss I got plenty of money, I won't be myself if I pay a hit I can call a boat for a bush move, I know that he a *** He got patience for this ***, ain't got nothin' to lose But see his child, I take credit Whole hood, purple fit, Missus G, baby And I can't sleep, I got a 30 My n***a cop a GTA, he mad, he think I'm free He can get whatever, load his books, they playin' on his list *** that straight, don't hear my n***a in my wrist Talkin' to his, said it from the heart He said he got a two-week killin' streak Know how they all fear me, I can really keep it peepin' How my n***a got a G, that I'll forever be I can go Baylou and take a seat, I put my faith in three Don't mean to do all the years, got locked, they broke on me Can't even make a call, I ain't no millionaire They ain't pick up for me, I don't know how my momma feel Talkin' to her grave, I'm tryna tell her that I need her here Three sisters, they lost, but they brother And I'm still up in their ear, they feel the same way I feel One been gone fifteen years Baby boy, I got blood up on my feet, country get real Only thing I got fear in my shadow, the reason that I'm here Watch it, it's second, I don't know which move I pull in here Backstopper, I got that poker, better watch your rear You don't know how I caught it, know I'm close and now I get near You feelin' it? Is you feelin' it? That my feelin', I done seen my n***a pass away and I ain't even cry Stroke up in my feelings, bout to hop, somebody gotta die My n***a sellin' dope for my n***a and get booked for a fight My n****s still be boppin', they celebrate on cars they ride Celebrate the guns they took, the n***a that they shoot Off in South Vegas where you get ranked and n****s get took Steppin', step on steppin' in the city where slimes get cooked I'm my n***a's diarist, I know I'll kiss I got plenty of money, I won't be myself if I pee or eat I can call up O for a Bush move, I know that he'll see He got patients for this s***, ain't got none to lose But see his chatter, I take credit s*** Whole hood a perfect fit, Mizzy G, baby And I can't sleep, I got up 30 My n***a cop a GTA, he mad, he think I f***in' He can get whatever, load his books, they playin' on his list Fall that skirt on him, my n***a and my wrist talkin' to his