I remember days I was down I was trapped
My Brodie tote a blicky get smoked off the map
Get smoked off the map
I need some designer
Let's f*ck up some racks
Let's get some racks yea
I need a pack
Yea shorty you're my best friend
You know I'm coming from the west end
I'm a stepper baby this is not pretend
It's not pretend yea
It's not pretend
I'm just a G-Town baby its my ends
I can't trust these niggas at the end
Cause at the end they wanna see me dead
100k I heard they put it on my head
I'm getting tired of that fake love
I'm getting tired of that fake love
When you talk to to me
Im getting tired of the judgment when you talk to me
No such thing as expungement when you talk to me
I'm getting tired of that fake love
I'm getting tired of that fake love
When you talk to to me
Im getting tired of the judgment when you talk to me
No such thing as expungement when you talk to me
I'm coming from the west side
Off white stripes like cocaine
Mike Tyson hit like propane
Hit it from the back one motion
She wetter than a ocean
I thought felt pain when I brodie died
Until I seen that cancer all in my mommas eyes
Shit breaks my hearts
It caught me by surprise
By surprise
It caught me by surprise
My broski in the trap whipping' it like fried rice
My broski doin' hits who want smoke with me
Clip a nigga with the blick nigga
That's just on sight yea
It's on sight
That's just on sight
I'm getting tired of that fake love
I'm getting tired of that fake love
When you talk to to me
Im getting tired of the judgment when you talk to me
No such thing as expungement when you talk to me
I'm getting tired of that fake love
I'm getting tired of that fake love
When you talk to to me
I'm getting tired of the judgment when you talk to me
No such thing as expungement when you talk to me
