(Grah free the sweeps how the fuck do I yeah)

(Grah swear to god this shit got me scared)

(Grah free the sweeps how the fuck do I yeah)

(Ima sweeper I’m just tryna-)

No I swear I got nothing to prove

I know I be soundin all sad in my music I’m sorry my heart mentally bruised

I ain’t never been signed to no label y’all **** den got it confused

And they say I ain’t rappin the same I ain’t soundin the same and I’m hurt i been missing my crew

I was just on the block with my brothers shit don’t feel the same when the police take all of your goons

Bro died I couldn’t even concentrate I need ? to tell me to keep dropping these songs

Mans died i will always be fucked up and shit can’t do anything you like cause I’m thinking about you

Yeah I’m lit I’m supposed to be rappin I got shit on my mind I can’t stay in the booth

I’m the voice for the killers who try could only relate when you walk through in they shoes

New yeah I still had to get active everything I do i be doing for you

Baby I’m tryna show you a savage you ain’t never see what a savage could do

One on one babygirl I ain’t average I ain’t have me a heart but I gave it to you

(Grah Grahh Grahhh)

I take pills to stay out feelings I seem broken cause if not I be with em

I be hoping somebody could fix me I be lying i tell you I’m healing

You don’t think Im tryna stay focused I keep gettin reminded of killing

Trap money and stack to the ceiling I get rich imma buy every building

Imma get everyone out of jail cells send home with they family and children

Free da sweeps how the fuck do I yeah I be rappin about pain and you don’t know the feelin

And my opps they just don’t know the feelin when they dissing my brother I feel it

I get hype when they think I’m a rapper backseat in a black car drillin

I stand over his body I’m hoping when I’m throwin these shots they gon feel it

They was trollin when bro died fuck it I got one in the head make em feel it

And she know that I’m one of the realest said she love me I can’t even feel it

I fucked all them bitches I did it she fucked all them **** said feel this

I’m a shooter can’t give you attention and I know that’s all you wanting

I can’t pick up my phone when I’m bending baby don’t call my phone when I’m hunting

I know bro tryna pray on his sentence cause they tryna indict us for nothin

I could never rat rather get sentence for the bros I’m in to a dozen

She want flowers I forget to mention know my body get more than a dozen

And don’t ever tell 5ive to be safe that’s like telling me you ain’t totin on nothin

I don’t mean to I know I be bugging tell my daughter I got her I love her

My little sister won’t never need nothin I know nobody ain’t never love us

We was broke in the streets and ain’t have nothing

And the opps was spinning out stolies we was walking on feet tryna dump it

And my kidneys is starting to feel crazy but I sip all this lean and feel nothin

If I die to these drugs **** fuck it

Got a daughter i can’t just say fuck it but inside I be dying so fuck it