Yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah
They think that I'm okay, it ain't what it seem
'Cause I'm still grindin' and chasin' my dream
My mama need me, I can tell by how she hug her baby
Fuck is a friend? If I been feeling fuck my brother lately?
Cluthin' my pistol in that Lamb as I'm backin' out
Dick on that switch, I rock Chanel, I keep my hammer cocked
These percocet's like steroids, they got me stayin' strong
And I been rockin' Palm Angels because I'm hands on
Speezy with me, we reminiscin' through jail calls
Shot the dice and come up
That's the same thing that caused the fell off
Too lit to post these sticks, they gon' raid us like Randy Moss
Only wore that mask for COVID, we drill, then we'll take them off
On that jet, I'm flyin', I'm tellin' Slim, "I'm so close to y'all"
These tears that I'm holdin' in could overflow a shore
My grandma dead, I wished the other one would love me more
But she feel this money and this fame more important than her
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just need someone to love
(Since my brother don't, nigga, since my brother don't)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just need someone to love
(Since my brother don't, nigga, since my brother don't)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just need someone to love
(Since my brother don't, nigga, since my brother don't)
Gave them niggas everything they wanted
For them to sit around and talk about me, yeah
Like I ain't breakin' bread, like I didn't share
Only thing you cannot get back on this Earth is time
So I buy Audemars for when the county locked me down
Feel like I got so much to prove, I can't lose
All these tennis chains on, I couldn't afford tennis shoes
I was in and out of jail, they was tellin' me I'm next
Like how I'm sleepin' on a rack, I was sleepin' on a jet
Screamin', "Fuck the industry", 'cause I can do it by myself
Yeah
I'm screamin', "Fuck the industry", 'cause I can do it by myself
And I don't care none 'bout no paper, that don't make you niggas real
Forget I'm famous, I start aimin', and shoot straight back to Mobile
Hope he forgive me, I'm on codeine, tryna come up with a prayer
Still buy designer, jewelry shinin', so these bitches know I'm, "Him"
They think that I'm okay, it ain't what it seem
'Cause I'm still grindin' and chasin' my dream
My mama need me, I can tell by how she hug her baby
Fuck is a friend? If I been feeling fuck my brother lately?
Cluthin' my pistol in that Lamb as I'm backin' out
Dick on that switch, I rock Chanel, I keep my hammer cocked
These percocet's like steroids, they got me stayin' strong
And I been rockin' Palm Angels because I'm hands on
Speezy with me, we reminiscin' through jail calls
Shot the dice and come up
That's the same thing that caused the fell off
Too lit to post these sticks, they gon' raid us like Randy Moss
Only wore that mask for COVID, we drill, then we'll take them off
On that jet, I'm flyin', I'm tellin' Slim, "I'm so close to y'all"
These tears that I'm holdin' in could overflow a shore
My grandma dead, I wished the other one would love me more
But she feel this money and this fame more important than her
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just need someone to love
(Since my brother don't, nigga, since my brother don't)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just need someone to love
(Since my brother don't, nigga, since my brother don't)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just need someone to love
(Since my brother don't, nigga, since my brother don't)