[Verse 1]
I got a phone call from my old friend
I need you Jam, sick of livin' out this life of sin
It's no lie, last night I about took my life
Been hustlin' a long time and my stats don't lie
Am I hooked for life
Learn to cook dope, crook for life
But playin' dope man took my life
Luck to be alive
This ain't the first time death done try me
I escaped like I got nine lives
Oh, a lot on my mind, I need to vent
Probably goin' to jail
To think about it, probably goin' to hell
Cuz I ain't made for a cell
Suicidal and I sick of myself
And now my family thinks I'm a failure
So I made them sales until it all blew up in my face
Literally man look at my face
I'm burnt water, disgrace
That greed got me financial freedom
But that seat turned into a demon, and left me screamin'
I need you brother give me a call
Man at least answer the phone
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Fuck you mean G
Been on streets like feet
Been on heat like breeze
Been on beans
Been on find this key
Been on crack your teeth
Been on lean
Been on slackin' me
Been on grillin' B
Been on E
Been on family eat, grace and pray for peace
Been on feast
Been on ride for these
Been on high like tree
Been on weed
Been on cocaine and need serenity
[Verse 2]
I think need some rehab, stay messed up
I got a pocket full of pills and a mind full of slut
Whole house full of dope and I cooked up myself
'til it burnt to the ground but there still somethin' left
I got buds dried out, OG Kush always lurkin' in the darkness
Burning on the bush
Mama called me heartless
All them drugs that I push
So much blood on the money, it turned into mush
I know it ain't funny, I ain't finished
Need to reach out, Lord know I'm a sinner
Even mama call me outlaw, good gone bad
Said least you get an honest spittin' image of your daddy
Just tryna pay homage, Turk Rose I was raised in
Body marked up from the concrete pavement
Lookin' for the pay, got yours, give me mine
9 cocked if you're short be like pops in his prime