Yeah

Yeah

(That boy is different, man)

I used to re-up with my last and try to double up my stash

Nobody ever put me first, but I keep givin' 'em my last

**** lil' boys, we tote guitars, I make lil' bro get on your ass

I still get off sellin' lows even though a hundred of 'em trash, uh

Barely talk to dad, barely talk to granny

'Fore she died, hope she ain't mad, that's my fault, that's my bad

Where the fuck I was when lil' King crashed out? I blame me

All that talkin', now you fucked around and found out they ain't me

Ayy, lil' Heaven ain't the same and that shit lame 'cause that's my brother

We bump heads, but I'm gon' die behind your name 'cause you my mother

You the one that took that traffickin', they came and took our Bubba

Gon' make sure to tell my son to get this money, wear a rubber

'Cause hoes burnin' and won't tell you, but they tell you that they love you

I got game for all my gang, we in that field, I call a huddle

I kept fuckin' up my change, hopin' you'd change 'cause you my lover

That shit lame that you got hate for me, I 'posed to be your brother

Treat your brother like my brother, treat your mama like my mama

I'm that ****, I'm just humble, and I really rap, no mumble

All these chains on me, they tumbled up

Found out you ain't who you say you was and my heart crumbled up

I'm the one who showed you all this love, but it just wasn't enough

Now it's good— uh, now it's goodbye, uh

Yeah, yeah