Comradery, it fall on me, I prayed today, hope God with me

This flow been gettin lazier since these lyrics touched this part of me

My uncle, aunt, and soul all died this year, wish I could call all three

I'm lookin for my lookout, I think she hate to keep an eye on me

Shit, I just get boot off that ten and I just get doin to me

I gotta tell that truth shit no one I know finna do that shit ruder than me

Look me in my eyes while you say all that cap

When I said I'll look for a heaven in my hell, a God and demon wept

Why would I care bout opinions, the next song you play ain' my story no more

She don't want fuck my life up, she just wanna see wherever this shit go

I jus wan fuck this all up, tell my story and then I go hit that door

I'll probably fuck up all my bridges if I tried to say all this shit off the dome

I'm a rat I'm tryna stack up all these cheese

They say talk is cheap but you know damn well you ain' paying fees

I been broken, I been hurt, that's why my heart be on my sleeve

So if you hurt bout what I said then you can take your shit and leave nigga

I don't do no gossip, that shit for the birds

My lil bro said he got plays like "Ok cool, bitch what's the word"

You talkin down on bro, we turn this bitch to tennis, he get served

If I be alone too long, then I might run up, give fuck bout what you heard nigga

Fuck all this stress, fuck all this drama, fuck this pain

I love to smoke it keep happy plus it help to numb my brain

Yea I'm in love but it just feel like all my feelings ain the same

I know she just tryna do right but shit went left and made me change nigga

Ay, run a couple bands up wit my gangnem my dawgs

How you down to take a charge you runnin from the law

Had to be a man and suck it up but i'm like pause

How these niggas thugs lets be forreal these niggas frauds

You ain stand on what you say so we can't get along

Hopin that my exes and my main can get along

But she don't fuck with them because she know they did me wrong

So I'ma stick to talking my lil shit up in these songs

I just wan run that shit up wit all my dawgs and take it all

I keep it blunt, no need for woods, but you get smoked with no withdrawals

I keep that old ass money, in that mattress, I could let it rot

He mixing sprite with darkness in em, now he say he cravin wock