Reminiscing 'bout my **** that done died, man

Going through pictures, and it's fucking up my mind frame

Thinking back when we was broke, but we still maintained

Accepting calls from my **** in the chain gang

His first offense, judge gave him all that time, man

He in there bucking, and it's fucking up his mind frame

His bitch real bad and treating him bad like she don't know the man

I run with shooters, and it's murder on they mind frame

Hey, thinking 'bout you as I'm scrolling through my call log

Your number's still in my contact, but I can't call y'all

Lost my **** to the streets, and it wasn't even worth it

Tray Tray, Lil' Mafia, Lil' Corey, and J-Money, that hurt me

Hey, free Big Larry and every **** that went fed, man

Won't waste that time on nobody, fuck what they said, man

Wasn't ever beef, I just bossed up and did my own thing

I saw my vision, painted it, made my own lane, hey

Shawty fucked one of my **** in my circle

I wanted to spazz, I wanted to crash, I wanted to hurt her

I had to learn hoes gon' be hoes, nobody perfect

Cut from a real **** cloth, I'm fuck shit allergic

They say my **** killed my ****, so my mind frame fucked up

I won't put my trust in no one, but this Glock on me will one-up

I was posted with them packs on me, all light until the sun up

Don't fall for nothing, always stand up, that's how I'm gon' raise my sons up, hey

Reminiscing 'bout my **** that done died, man

Going through pictures, and it's fucking up my mind frame

Thinking back when we was broke, but we still maintained

Accepting calls from my **** in the chain gang

His first offense, judge gave him all that time, man

He in there bucking, and it's fucking up his mind frame

His bitch real bad and treating him bad like she don't know the man

I run with shooters, and it's murder on they mind frame

**** out there sending threats, so it's murder on my dome

They gon' pull up and just hop out, we don't send no shots on songs

My son mama say I'm wrong, she got that lil' girl mind frame

She ain't built for this lifestyle, she cannot take what come with fame

I just sent my **** a pack to penitentiary, now he straight

'Cause my lil' homie lawyer paid in full, know he beat the case

Took my **** out the hood, showed him the world got more to offer

In Miami with the dolphins, BGE till we in coffins

Mind frame on, I don't care

Glock nineteen, I'm so aware

You can look and you can stare

It's blood on me, you touch a hair

**** crossed me, said fuck me, showed me really what it was

Now they calling, tryna talk, but I can reimburse that love now

Reminiscing 'bout my **** that done died, man

Going through pictures, and it's fucking up my mind frame

Thinking back when we was broke, but we still maintained

Accepting calls from my **** in the chain gang

His first offense, judge gave him all that time, man

He in there bucking, and it's fucking up his mind frame

His bitch real bad and treating him bad like she don't know the man

I run with shooters, and it's murder on they mind frame