[Intro]

(Do you want smoke? We want all the smoke)

[Verse]

Hey why I feel the sky is falling and my world is sinking in

Describe my life is like disasters and they seem to never end

Concrete wall we on that block niggas always seem to sink

17 but you gon’ judge me on my face you see this ink

When my momma hear these songs hope she dont cry for a long time

I’m depressed at any moment I can die

When I was 7 years old nem bitches almost took my life

Greg he was cuttin’ my hair

Then moments latеr I heard fire

Them bitchеs they gon’ frame us

They say they scared they terrified no not to play with us

And we pulled up them sticks swore they were scared turned into angel dust

Love and affection no we don't give it ain't no blaming us

Family just a word cause I remember they was ashamed of us

Lovin’ and puttin’ my trust in people get me killed right

Gon drop your testicles bet that we slidin bitch thats by midnight

Walk to the pulpit talk to God gotta get my head right

Now that we talkin you know it’s

Niggas want my head right

My trust in this glizzy no we ain't stoppin ain't no red lights

Young’n I could see this why this rap shit is in danger

Excuse me if I blame because my heart is filled with anger

Crackas to my pop’s interrogation he ain't sayin huh

Circle is so small its like a O cause niggas change huh

You round me cause you love me or you blinded by the fame huh

Since I lost my brother man this life ain't been the same nah

It’s time we take a stand no more walkin in the rain no

Look at my bruddas man I’m so proud because we here now

Showin’ my talent in front the world I faced my fears now

Pull up in coupes designer shoes I’m feelin big now

Diamonds in my mouth they don't come out it's not the big kind

Back to back we doing shows

After that we fuckin hoes

I pass em down to my bros

Remember sharing the same clothes

My secrets out you can't expose

But I’m still gon crouch behind doors

Don't have homeboys only my bros

Rock out rock out this gon be no pain song

When i pull up in that

Black maserati and the roof gone

These diamonds on my brudda chain is shinin’ he got two on

With this rollie on my arm I’m tryna put my whole crew on

You know, ain’t nobody ever really speak to us to go nowhere

You know it’s twelve of us

None of us never graduated high school