I feel like anemic, my heart cold, they don't really know, I've been fighting demons

I get in my zone when I'm all alone, choppa leave 'em screamin

Shorty call my phone, saying that she love me, I don't think she mean it

I've been on the road, when I lost my bro, that shit left me

I could get him gone, bro wipe his nose, he just left him speechless

Banga coming home, y'all know that's my bro, we ain't been speakin

Most these **** hoes, never shot a pole, we ain't really beefin

I know I'ma blow, pray I make it home, I ain't never sleepin

And they know we ain't playin' no games

And bro in the cut with the mac, if a **** tryna front and I bet he get flamed

No dyke, but I keep me a strap, yeah they know I'm the goat, put respect on my name

Can't wait 'till my hood on the map, bro, they got it so just watch how they hate

Long live all my bro's

Lil' bro just call me on the jail call, I just pray my brother make it home

And you see my name on that billboard, heard them **** tryna steal my flow

Run in his spot, he gon' pay what he owe

Run up some bands, do it all on the phone

I feel like anemic, my heart cold, they don't really know, I've been fighting demons

I get in my zone when I'm all alone, choppa leave 'em screamin

Shorty call my phone, saying that she love me, I don't think she mean it

I've been on the road, when I lost my bro, that shit left me

I could get him gone, bro wipe his nose, he just left him speechless

Banga coming home, y'all know that's my bro, we ain't been speakin

Most these **** hoes, never shot a pole, we ain't really beefin

I know I'ma blow, pray I make it home, I ain't never sleepin