RearView Mirror

You're all I had (I miss you, Rose), you're all I had At night when the stars light up my room I sit by myself, talking to the moon Fuck on a bitch, and I'm brushing that ho off Now watch how we show off He catching these bullets, bitch, go long (Pa, pa) Watch how they kneel, I'm like Armstrong Stay with a bitch in the back He wanted smoke, so we grip on the MAC Say, "We not making no money," that's cap Stay with them Ks and the killers gon' be on yo' ass Stuffing these racks in my blue jeans (Dior, dior) Right on his back, that's a blue beam (Huh), spooky Not known, lil' boy, you a goofy, like whoopty She swallow my kids in a two seat Busting a forty, feeling like 2gz We too G, bad bitch, she a groupie End with an ah, she a thotty Way I be pimping, no Scottie Give me some time, going home in a 'Rari Tired of fake friends saying they sorry I was down bad and they don't even help Making me question myself Can't even say how I felt Maybe I shouldn't be saying it for my lil' bro and my family I swear I'ma make it Got me some new friends, M.A.D Finna' be notorious, B.I.G Tryna kill me, know where I be Bad bitch, yeah, she on me Where I'm going, I can not be beat Pussy want smoke, get popped Say you gon drill me boy, stop Come through block, and we hitting them up like we 'pac Stay with a K in my pocket, a Glock Smoking a loud pack, get back, back Bitch smack a pussy, we snap that Can't trust a bitch who use Snapchat (Yeah) And that be a damn fact Saying she love you, got other guys behind your back And hollow points when we attack You a little bitch, get smacked Had me feeling special, came and she left like a rental Beam on his cheek like a dimple, what And shout out KidXO, fuck on a bitch and I move to the next ho No face, no case, run at your place with a K and I spray Self healing, we leaving no trace Saying they love you, the same ones who leave you And shout-out my day ones, I need you Fucking bitch I've done seen you, that bitch was see through Fake love, I've done got use to, not even over a bitch Fake friends that I knew since a kid Saying they we're there, when they don't even care How you my bro, but you asking my ex to go send you some shit? When I was still with the bitch It's crazy how they always switch Fuck that ho and she a eater Drive around the "A" with a beamer Yeah, beam on, get the money, put my team on M.A.D letters, I bleed on Pussy leaving as a memory Disappearance, he a mystery, yeah Been feeling alone, hours on hours, no text on my phone And that's how I knew I was all on my own I still grip on that toolie, shooting shit like it's a movie (Movie) Big guns, Call of Duty (What) Look at the MAC in the back of a Cadillac Where is my static at? Talking tough, he gone to soon Send him up high, he touching the moon Go out, he tryna- Fuck on a bitch, and I'm brushing that ho off Now watch how we show off He catching these bullets, bitch, go long (Pa, pa) Watch how they kneel, I'm like Armstrong Stay with a bitch in the back He wanted smoke, so we grip on the MAC Say, "We not making no money," that's cap Stay with them Ks and the killers gon' be on yo' ass Stuffing these racks in my blue jeans (Dior, dior) Right on his back, that's a blue beam (Huh), spooky Not known, lil' boy, you a goofy, like whoopty She swallow my kids in a two seat Busting a forty, feeling like 2gz We too G, bad bitch, she a groupie End with an ah, she a thotty Way I be pimping, no Scottie Give me some time, going home in a 'Rari Tired of fake friends saying they sorry I was down bad and they don't even help Making me question myself Can't even say how I felt Maybe I shouldn't be saying it for my lil' bro and my family I swear I'ma make it Got me some new friends, M.A.D Finna' be notorious, B.I.G Tryna kill me, know where I be Bad bitch, yeah, she on me Where I'm going, I can not be beat Pussy want smoke, get popped Say you gon drill me boy, stop Come through block, and we hitting them up like we 'pac Stay with a K in my pocket, a Glock Smoking a loud pack, get back, back Bitch smack a pussy, we snap that Can't trust a bitch who use Snapchat (Yeah) And that be a damn fact Saying she love you, got other guys behind your back And hollow points when we attack You a little bitch, get smacked Had me feeling special, came and she left like a rental Beam on his cheek like a dimple, what And shout out KidXO, fuck on a bitch and I move to the next ho No face, no case, run at your place with a K and I spray Self healing, we leaving no trace Saying they love you, the same ones who leave you And shout-out my day ones, I need you Fucking bitch I've done seen you, that bitch was see through Fake love, I've done got use to, not even over a bitch Fake friends that I knew since a kid Saying they we're there, when they don't even care How you my bro, but you asking my ex to go send you some shit? When I was still with the bitch It's crazy how they always switch Fuck that ho and she a eater Drive around the "A" with a beamer Yeah, beam on, get the money, put my team on M.A.D letters, I bleed on Pussy leaving as a memory Disappearance, he a mystery, yeah Been feeling alone, hours on hours, no text on my phone And that's how I knew I was all on my own I still grip on that toolie, shooting shit like it's a movie (Movie) Big guns, Call of Duty (What) Look at the MAC in the back of a Cadillac Where is my static at? Talking tough, he gone to soon Send him up high, he touching the moon Go out, he tryna-