Some my uncles addicted
But I love em and miss em
Some my gun got the drums
And other ones got extensions
Lost some friends to the drugs
It's something I gotta live with
They gone act like they was but
But they ain't thugging or pimping
Send yo bitch back outa breath
Back witta check
Never got back witta ex
Backwood make me cough till i'm cracking my chest
500 out cuz she never ask me for less
They caught my brody trapping again
Came home and they put em right back in the feds
master the pen
Send yo bitch back outa breath
Master the pen
Cloud 9 passing a jet
I was plugging and pitching
For them numbers and digits
I got a gun in the living room
I got one in the kitchen
Some my brothers in state
And some my cousins in prison
Fuck the judge and the witness
Think i'm done with the system
Tuck a drum in my britches
Cuz I feel something suspicious
I was fucking my money up
For a couple of bitches
Pour the mud ima sip it
You get punched if you spill it
Some of my uncles addicted
Think i'm stuck with the sickness
Needa chill with the drugs
I don't wanna admit
But If you touching my chicken
Then you be done in a minute
I Needa chill with the drugs
I don't wanna admit
I was plugging and pitching
Some my uncles addicted
But I love em and miss em
Some my gun got the drums
And other ones got extensions
Lost some friends to the drugs
It's something I gotta live with
They gone act like they was but
But they ain't thugging or pimping