I'm tryna' make it to the light

Mm, aight, mm, aight

I'm tryna' make it to the light

Miss my brother off these drugs, I'm hoping we could reunite

I got soldier tired from taking flights, late pulling heists

This pain I'm feeling when I'm high, this pain I feel is for my guys

This smoke real bae

Just stick by my side

Told ma we almost at the door, so you can quit crying

Told bro always keep your pole I'm tired of my **** dying

Told Took if the street hot bro, just drop your pride

Duck off and **** grind

It ain't shit to clock a 9-5, got crossed so many times

When **** say they down to ride I be feeling like they lying

392, it sting like a bee on the high'

Engine ripping, tryna' fly

Dead **** in this scud got me floating to the sky

I be asking why, "why the fuck my **** had to die?"

You know how many times I slung iron?

Bro yelling at me "we gotta' go", I'm tryna slide, I'm tryna make this shit right (Hmm)

I'm tryna make this shit right

For all the times that I cried

Lonely nights by myself, still sliding for my pride

Got vultures in the grave, some zappers still doing life

I'ma zap for my bro, I'ma go for my stripes

I'ma zap for my bro, I'm on go for my strike

You say you dying 'bout this shit? You ain't never blow your iron

You say you dying 'bout this shit? You ain't never blow your iron

(Aight, ha)

(I swear to God, I swear to God)

I'm tryna' make it to the light

Miss my brother off these drugs, I'm hoping we could reunite

I got soldier tired from taking flights, late pulling heists

This pain I'm feeling when I'm high, this pain I feel is for my guys

This smoke real addicting

I pray you stay by my side

Told ma we almost at the door, so you can quit crying

Told bro always keep your pole I'm tired of my **** dying

Told Took if the street hot dawg, drop your pride

Ducked off, a **** grindin'

Tryna' make it to the light

I miss my brother off these drugs, I'm hoping we could reunite

I got soldier tired from late nights, late pulling heists

This pain I'm feeling when I'm high, this pain I'm feeling for my guys

This smoke real bae

I pray you stick by my side

Told ma we almost at the door, so you can quit crying

Told bro always keep your pole I'm tired of my **** dying

Told Took if the street hot **** we finna' grind

I swear to God, I swear to—