Yuh
3-5
3 seconds til some of my G’s slide
Could’ve folded I know where the peace hides
Never could knuckle up
I could tell where you tucking em
I’m from the east side
On the road i been missing the street signs
Didn’t know how I ended up eating fine
Come from frozen dinners
Food stamps
WIC cards and the deep frying
Popping pills i gotta pop, mm
Just so I could keep an eased mind
Trynna get off of em
Get the shakes then I’m poppin em I could at least try
Momma I’m sorry I didn’t pick up the phones
Trynna ignore where I reside

Yea fear too much about the things I never cared about
Like the people looking at me up and down
Vatos busting gotta hit the ground
gotta mission know I gotta stay around
I was trynna write the propane
And my friends in church we pushing cocaine
don’t blame em there wasn’t a choice mane
Either that or go back where the boys hang

Yea coldbrew.

Never much around had to move the ground to make sum shake
Change some thangs
And I took a vow til the day I bow to change my fate
Make life great
Circumstances ain’t change too
Perspective shift I got a birds view
Move a mountain with my words too
Know the place I gotta work to