Ayo, whats up ****, thanks for the birthday liquor

Two figah's, kitchen convo's was real talk

Sometimes you parked the black jet charger and walked

You cold Cob, they felt ya vibe, brace it, you hawk

Bow-legged, timb rockah, fly joggah whats up

You like my first son, one fourth part of my heart

I got the first call, everytime some shit went dark

I still think like yo, my little neph is Heff

Health and wealth, stealth moves proved, what else

Your baby picture, reminds me how i came to ya house

We hit the mall, grab fits and chicks

That's all, they ask me if this ya son, forevah we ball

Summer's rearranged, took numbers was easy ya'll

They say we look alike, my lil tyke, always kept his self alright

I watched you, Dionte and Khalil

When i ain't have money, ya'll moms, they fronted the bill

I'll kill for ya'll, whats real, thats instilled in ya'll

Love life, grow, build and ball

Hugs and love, drunk mad fifths wit Bugs

You older now, plus this ol world, mad colder nah

Heart hurt, hate tah see you down in the dirt

I skill work, plus this church lift, just like ah skirt

Twenty seventeen i mean, weight liftin on scene

Balled then you fell, im stuck in this hell

My eyes dried out, think about you, im cried out

Your moms keep a live house, saw ya tomb

Wanna bust you out this cocoon, in my room

Lookin at ya picture, ayo sun, I'll see you soon

We gone make it, mistakes make champion ****

Long live Cob, pop a ambien ****

We gone make it, mistakes make champion ****

Long live Cob, pop a ambien ****

Long nights, we flow on our own rights

Boys to men, toast wit hen, then go again

We boys to men, toss wit hen then go again