Sistanem

Cole, you stupid Look, you told me never let this get a hold of me You hate to see me hurt, you wanna hurt someone for me Way too down to Earth, don't do no dirt for me, please I don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea God knowin' what I'm doin', he gon' deal with me Niggas ain't cut like that, she'll kill for me And I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks You right there when I need you, but I know these ain't your kind of people I finally bought a home to raise my family I'm done with all the hoes and they anatomies I tried to call your phone again, you said, "It wasn't on" And by the time you got my letter, I was long gone Back on the road, gone with the wind blows Packin' the shows, hoes and nymphos, platinum and gold You know how this shit go when family's gone You don't know what you here for, uh Just remember, remember who I am, mm Mommies, daughters, models, callers Ballers, fathers, all have fallen Mommies, daughters, models, callers Ballers, fathers, all have fallen Look, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame You seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game 'Cause soon as niggas get a little change, niggas change And playin' with the Lord's name, sayin' it in vain You heard a song and said I did the same thing You seein' somethin' different in my eyes, and she emphasized And I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen Had to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets I'm on the wrong track, road back, fuck it, I'm hittin' it On the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough She know she happy that we doin' better than before As long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul I felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in the megaphone Said, "I'ma hit you in the mornin', keep your message on" I did my set then sat alone for a second by myself Asked questions, choices, destination, courses Highways, routes, Royces rollin', voices goin' on and on and on, it's noisy I'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind And the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds That combine with misogynistic mindsets Dialect from slave, diatribe, they tryna dissect to re-digest I tossed that mindset overboard like an object I'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects 'Cause when I was a boy, I didn't know that we was poor And now I'm on tour, I got a moment to explore And show my niggas somethin' that we never seen before Open doors, so you know I'm goin' Back on the road, gone with the wind blows Packin' the shows, hoes and nymphos, platinum and gold You know how this shit go when family's gone You don't know what you here for, uh Just remember, remember who I am, mm Mommies, daughters, models, callers Ballers, fathers, all have fallen Mommies, daughters, models, callers Ballers, fathers, all have fallen Why do I get so damn high that I can't feel my face? Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way Why do I get so damn high that I can't feel my face? Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way Look, I never gave that much a fuck about this shit To let it challenge my integrity But you questionin' me, got me back and you thinkin' less of me The lesson in this shit is we should talk Face to face, fuck the messagin' Meet me in the flesh and you can see that I'm still lil' Destin Lil' brubbie, lil' BB, bald head as a baby in the Huggies Stunt like my dad, I'm a druggie Money in my hands but it's bloody Try to understand if you love me, ayy Make plans, we can roll like the old days FaceTime call came with a stone-cold face We don't talk often, when we do, it's an "Are you okay?" Somebody fuckin' with you? I'm on the way It's on the waist, I can tell the way you live, that ain't the case Figured you was mad at me when you said you need a break from the family And you not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gatherings And ever since I start rappin' I ain't never in Atlanta too long And I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen Like when Granny passed, I ain't wanna answer the phone Writin' in my pad, hope I don't remember this wrong Last time I seen you, we was sendin' her home October, November, December was gone But on the 25th, we gotta be there for mom I'm talkin' to you now, but can I see you tomorrow? I could be on the way soon as I finish this song So you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doin' And I don't fuck with the Devil but I know he pursuin' And I know that Jesus died, 33, like Ewing And he prolly did the same shit that we like doin' I know you got to feel the animosity brewin' It's gettin' bad and I'm sad our relationship ruined over some trash, but it's past that Send me all the money that I gave you over Cashapp back since you actin' as if you- We're sorry, you have reached a number that is- (aw) That's fucked (that's fucked, that's fucked, man, that's right)