Yeah
Two funerals back to back, couldn't even go to one
Two uncles, ten years, my grandmother's sons
I'm just tryna prepare my mind, it's gon' be another month
You ain't even had to lie if you was still smokin' runtz
I do a lot to pass the time, but I don't roll no blunts
I told my mama, please don't worry about what I had for lunch
When you goin' through it, you don't never hear from such-and-such
When you down bad, you don't never hear from your best friend
I got some day ones tied in livin' in the West end
I don't wanna get married, cause I don't know who's gon' be my best man
Fake niggas up three, but now it's ten to ten
And you ain't even my real dog if you still call me Ben, my OG really goin' through it, he was sleepin' in a tent
Long live Danny boy, he died off doin' fent
Despite my struggles, I'm still balling hard like Shawn Kemp
But I can't let no nigga take my life Everybody dying on you it's gon' be alright
Snakes all in the grass, but nigga, they don't bite G moms always told me, never tell no lies
G moms always told me, never lose your pride
Goin' through a long day, I'm letting out that sigh
Eviction notice at my door, they was always setting up that sign
Niggas think this shit a sad song, but it's just a lullaby
I ain't tryna wake up young bull So if you sleepin', please don't wake up till the morning, just stay comfortable
Nigga, please don't fumble
I had a bad bitch and I lost that girl, that shit just made me crumble
My city is a jungle
And mama always try to call me B like I'm a bumble
Baby, I don't love you,
I can't fall in love, cause I already know what love do
Two funerals back to back, couldn't even go to one
Two uncles, ten years, my grandmother's sons
I'm just tryna prepare my mind, it's gon' be another month
You ain't even had to lie if you was still smokin' runtz
I do a lot to pass the time, but I don't roll no blunts
I told my mama, please don't worry about what I had for lunch
When you goin' through it, you don't never hear from such-and-such
When you down bad, you don't never hear from your best friend
I got some day ones tied in livin' in the West end
I don't wanna get married, cause I don't know who's gon' be my best man
Fake niggas up three, but now it's ten to ten
And you ain't even my real dog if you still call me Ben, my OG really goin' through it, he was sleepin' in a tent
Long live Danny boy, he died off doin' fent
Despite my struggles, I'm still balling hard like Shawn Kemp