[Intro]

Drop, drop

Is for my niggas in the pen

Drop, drop

For all my brothers in the box

Drop, drop

Hold your head, hold your head

Is my letter to you

[Hook]

I said I need a new nigga

For these dark clouds follow

Cause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrow

Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow

Cause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrow

Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow

Cause while it's over me is too dark to see tomorrow

Take another sip from the bottle, bottle, bottle

[Verse One]

From out the corner of my eye seen the fiend stagger

Up to a hustler in this teens with his jeans sagging

Hat tilted to the left with a mean swagger

Don't plan on leaving the scene till this cream add up

Could have got a scholarship, but he fell victim

Dropped out twelve grade caught a jail sentence

Had a polluted mind state, couldn't dwell in it

A look of death in his eyes, face was pale skinned

Looking not like a man, but a frail image

Not the normal hustler cause he was kind of timid

About as skinny as a gram he would try and pitch it

Got a taste of that nose candy caught a fly addiction

Ask me if I need it to fix, but I resisted

The block hot keep it moving, is what I insisted

It will take another bid before he realize he's slipping

Into the cycle we're all living

It's called hell prison, prison!

[Hook]

I said I need a new nigga

For these dark clouds follow

Cause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrow

Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow

Cause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrow

Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow

Cause while it's over me is too dark to see tomorrow

Take another sip from the bottle, bottle, bottle

[Verse Two]

I assume that he envisions a better life for himself

The type that he don't have to pedal white for the wealth

Is in the demons let's keep it up in night, nothing helps

He tried lean and codeine in the sprite on the shelf

But he becomes hollow as the bottle that he drunk

Lives life on the edge, but I doubt he'd ever jump, huh

Trying to find Heaven in hell in every second

Heading into a dead end couldn't tell you where his head is

Still accounting this paper, preacher counting his blessings

Evil in all directions, heathens was Smith n Wessons

His son's teething desperately in need of affection

Instead CPS steps in I see him stressing

He threw away his future couldn't escape his past

Caught up chasing cash, an inmate at last

He's physically free, but confined

His hell is imaginary, the prison is in his mind

[Hook x2]

I said I need a new nigga

For these dark clouds follow

Cause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrow

Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow

Cause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrow

Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow

Cause while it's over me is too dark to see tomorrow

Take another sip from the bottle, bottle, bottle