shit hit the ceiling, ain't no telling what I’d do for mine

Why I had to get that call, shit, I was doin' fine

money on my mind, if it ain’t calling my phone then I just press decline

Lil David passed at like 11, he ain’t get the time

to see me shine, it’s so fucked up, he like the reason that I write these rhymes

That day you left, you broke my heart, I ain’t in mint condition

I keep my distance, I can get colder than Minnesota

I cope w/ green. I’m in the stars, think I can talk to Yoda

I’m just gettin' older, member I was in them cuffs them coppas hit they quota

I wear my heart right on my sleeve, guess I ain’t good at poker

shit been gettin' colder, in the middle of the winter, I still got my toaster

I seen way more downs than ups my life a roller coaster

play with the fam, Vince McMahon, war with everybody(WWE)

My angels in the sky, look up, it’s like the Hall of Fame

we one the same, when bro’nem took that loss, I felt his pain

I want the top, wondered the cost, it’s like death what it brings

shit just ain’t the same, how you turn ya back on me and then go say I changed?

like I ain’t standing by myself, like I wasn’t making sure they good while I was crying out for help

like granny couldn’t say my name, she start declining in her health

still play the hand I was dealt

shit hit the ceiling, ain't no telling what I’d do for mine

Why I had to get that call, shit, I was doin' fine

money on my mind, if it ain’t calling my phone then I just press decline

lil David passed at like 11, he ain’t get the time

to see me shine, it’s so fucked he like the reason that I write these rhymes

LL lil David like the reason that I write these rhymes