Brodie got shot by an Opp, so I'm watchin' my back, cause the streets getting scary
Tired of trustin' these thots, Don Julio shots, she lit in the telly
Keep the K, I don't wanna get flocked, the back door locked, but I ain't scary
Brodie sippin' on berry, I'm sippin' on cherry, we sippin' on drink, that's the color of Gary
Nobody knows the emotions I'm feelin' when I'm on the road, I'm on the road
Tired of trustin' these hoes, cause they make my heart cold so I'm focused on O's
Tired of shootin' these guns, and poppin' these drugs, and tired of the old me
Tired of thinkin' that I need drugs, but I just need you to hold me
Back in my old bag, nigga, this the real Henny, nigga, this the real me
Pushing a new jag, while I'm sippin' on Henny
Rhymin' till I'm 41 years old, nigga, shout out to Jenny
Niggas, they thought I was runnin' out of bars, but nigga, I got me some plenty
Tired of lookin' for love, tired of searchin' for someone
Tired of poppin' these drugs, tired of feelin' like no one
Bro in the sky, that's a air gun, oh she feeling herself got her hair done
I ball hard in the paint that's an and one, Bitch that think that she special can't stand one
Brodie got shot by an Opp, so I'm watchin' my back, cause the streets getting scary
Tired of trustin' these thots, Don Julio shots, she lit in the telly
Keep the K, I don't wanna get flocked, the back door locked, but I ain't scary
Brodie sippin' on berry, I'm sippin' on cherry, we sippin' on drink, that's the color of Gary
Nobody knows the emotions I'm feelin' when I'm on the road, I'm on the road
Tired of trustin' these hoes, cause they make my heart cold so I'm focused on O's
Nobody knows the emotions I'm feelin' when I'm on the road, I'm on the road
Tired of trustin' these hoes, cause they make my heart cold so I'm focused on O's