I can't tell you that I love you if I don't really mean it
But you still got my heart if you need it
Palm angels on my hoodie like I'm talking to Jesus
I miss my brother up in heaven like I'm talking to Cletus

Wish I could call my brother on the phone, just one more call cause I need it
Been going through it everyday, I'm constantly fighting these demons
Smoking exotic to the face, I swear I feel like I'm dreaming
And you know that I'm bound to slide, just gotta give me a reason

And when I think about you
I find myself lost, I don't know what to do
Let's run up this money, bae
I'm trying to thumb through these hundreds, bae

I'm hoping we up on the same page
And when I think about you
I always think about how you acting rude
But ain't no pressure bout no bitch, I know these hoes pick and choose

Tell me if I never had you, how could I ever lose you
Still give you everything I had if you were around and I got it
And I ain't tripping if I hadda grab the lint out my pocket
Said it was love, I wish you told me that before I had lost it

I showed you love but let em ask, and you gon tell em I'm heartless
Know niggas sitting in a cell because a couple of bodies
Lil Kaddy creep up right behind you, boy, I'm back with that shotty
Don't try to start no fucking beef, I swear this shit can get slimy

Feel like dej loaf up in this bitch, I dare a nigga to try me
Walk in and function, dapper Dan got all the bad bitches eyeing
This lil bitch told me that she love me, but I know that she lying
My niggas bound to come and see we step on shit like a giant

This nigga dumb he squaring up, I up my blick ain't fighting
I'm probably thinking about my brothers anytime I get silent
I never ask you for no help,
Bitch I can make my own profit
I can't get caught up in my feelings, told myself I would stop it

I would do anything to see them all smiling
Come from the bottom of the trenches where them niggas get violent
Long live my brudda, I swear I miss you, if I could, I would call you
That shit ain't hit me till I text you and you didn't respond

But just know when I get rich, I'm gon' take care of your mama
Ayy, and when I think about you
I find myself lost, don't know what to do
Let's run up this money, bae

I'm trying to thumb through these hundreds, bae
I'm hoping we up on the same page
When I think about you I think about