I hope the pain go away I never wanted you to Leave but I'm hoping
You can stay Okay, I get it, I'm the problem, You can say
You made it worse, you're pointing fingers Every day
Just put the blame on me but don't you ever Turn away
I keep on popping Ecstasy my stomach turning Every day
I let you get the best of me, my heart was Burning every day
You got your momma texting me, that shit be Irking me, okay
I hope my love don't abuse you I hope that Nigga doesn't use you
She told me stay up out the field for real, these Niggas on computers
I just spent ten up on these cartiers I need a Franck Muller
And you be bitching bout my vibe, I'm tryna Turn up, you be choosing
Take her to shine and tell them trophy You Saying you don't know me
That's my brother, that's inside so you only Know the old me
When I tried to shoot my shot, you called a Foul, you had to hold me
And right now, girl, you moving foul, I think we Better off as homie No, the pain don't leave, You're just learning how to cope with it
I'm about to pop a perky think, I'm gon' smoke A O with it
My heart getting weaker my blood can't flow With it
I took her out the projects, put her back, cause She can't go with it
You don't wanna see a bitch up in your shoes
So stop bullshitting, why you acting new?
I know that you don't wanna see me in the News
But I heard if them niggas see me, they gon' Shoot
But I'm gon' bust back, cause I'm taking a few
If I'm alone, he taking one, I'm taking two
If I'm with bro and he with bro, then they gon' Shoot
You wanna ball, we Golden State, cause we Gon' shoot
The city got my back, there's no way I can lose
Walked in the industry, I had to break the rules
Cause can't nobody really tell me what to do
The mill ticket, I be hanging with loose grooves
You see that rap nigga, you can shoot the Coupe
He tryna run, you hop out, blicking out the Roof
Don't you be bitching, brodie show me what to Do
A couple missions I went on, it was a few
My daddy Rambo so all I know is shoot
Just keep your hands low, he move, then you Can shoot
I'm in the field, making em bleed, I'm missing You
She saying drippa keep it P, I keep it cool
And all I ever really needed was a stick
And now my eyes open, only need my kids
I'm slowly dying, got me crying in this bitch
And every night I go sleep tight with my stick
She think I'm cheating, probably cuddled with A bitch
It's war time, I really cuddle with my switch
The internet want me in jail they keep on Dissing on my twin
But I ain't worried about that shit, that nigga Crying in the pen
He tried to run up out the cell, they had to give The belt again
And I'm just thinking out loud, but the cycle Never ends