Huh, huh, huh, huh, ayy

Putting my soul in the music, my, gang, gang

Putting my soul in the music, my, ayy, ayy

Huh, uh, ayy, ayy

Gang, ayy, ayy, ayy

Putting my soul in the music, my brodie don't know that he covered for life

He don't gotta go be a thug in the night, with the way he was raised, who was hugging us right?

Momma was cold as Dakota with chips on her shoulder, nobody was holding her tight

****'s eleven and man of the house, never did what my momma had told me

No wonder I'm lonely, bitch tweaked out 'cause she couldn't control me

Stalking my page, my, damn, ayy

Same old pain from the same old hoes

I'm never learning my lesson, again and again, I be getting my heart broke, uh

Day to day, talking that shit with my ****, we look like Gillie and Wallo, ayy

Yesterday, we broke up, now we fucking around, finna start all over

**** forgot what it's like to be sober

Putting my soul in the music, my brodie don't know, ayy, ayy, ayy

Gang, gang, ayy, ayy, ayy, look

Chicago invented drill, huh

Chicago invented drill, uh, gang

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah