Damn Can we go back to them days

When the gang was good had the whole gang eating

Splitting money in separate ways

Had dreams of a brand new cars with a house in the house

We ain't have to worry about bills

Now everybody hitting my phone saying where you at

I'm gone I'm tryna make a mill

Cut so deep the shit had hurt my heart

The shit had tore me apart

And I know I gave you my love

But I could at least have kept my heart

Some bros that stabbed in my back for lil shit

Took all that to heart

Remember looking at my grandpa grave

And that's where all it started

Step back bitch like James Harden

Gen five shoot it go

If I shoot don't talk bout finish him

Lil bitch I hit my target

Lil Ho talm bout she ain't ready yet

She must think ima farmer

And my life just ain't been the same

Ever since they pick that boy Obama

Never lack stay with ya roster

Hoes be folding for crab legs and pasta

Ever since I lost that one bro

I been back and forth to my doctor

Smoking Za that's just some shit I cope with

When I think of my trauma

If I die better get ready for war lil bitch I'm talking top shotta

Let him speak talk to ma dukes for the last time

Now she know he in a problem

Cant make no song with flunky ****

That ain't talking bout a dollar

She like to eat she like to swallow it up

Lil bitch want the dick in her gut

Bro sipping lean told gang stop that shit

Go get in your bag be the one

Keep that stick keep that AR tucked

For **** that wanna get plucked

Cut off shorty we wasn't good for me

Only worried bout money and lust

Cut off the world its only me up in my circle

No one that I really could trust

My new girl really got my heart for real

I'll go hit a Ho with a bus