No more sad songs
No more broke as fuck and "I just want a bag" songs
No more "I hate that nigga but still miss my dad" songs
I wonder if my soulmate is the one that I passed on
I still ain't got no kids, I'm scared my trauma get passed on
How I'ma have a jit and I ain't rich? That's a bad jawn
You think them bitches here to stay? Just wait 'til the cash gone
My homie tried to do the right thing, it ain't last long
He a different nigga when he got put that mask on
Thought they would kill me in these streets, look how it flip flop
Look how I'm killing all these beats, got me this wrist watch
Had to whip my circle back in shape, and now they tip top
Just tryna balance life between these ziplocs and TikToks
Instagram models begging me to come see Brisbane
I feel like MJ, don't even know, I'm getting six rings
Niggas see potential and wanna fix things
But I don't know if we could ever fix things
Started off with Nerf guns, now we at the big range
It's a big difference between kid games and Squid Games
It's a big difference when you're home broke, battling depression
9 year olds packing 9s, they ready crack your Cocomelon
And it's hard to know your kids won't eat if it ain't selling
So my homie put his soul in them keys like John Legend
Glock 9 go click, clack, bow your head like a reverend
Man I grew up on the side where if you breathing it's a blessing so-
No more sad songs
No more broke as fuck and "I just want a bag" songs
No more "I hate that nigga but still miss my dad" songs
I wonder if my soulmate is the one that I passed on
I still ain't got no kids, I'm scared my trauma get passed on
How I'ma have a jit and I ain't rich? That's a bad jawn
You think them bitches here to stay? Just wait 'til the cash gone
My homie tried to do the right thing, it ain't last long
He a different nigga when he got put that mask on
He a different nigga when got put that mask on
Feelings come and go, I know these bitches don't last long
I can't cosign these niggas y'all pouring gas on
Your favorite rapper last song sound like his last song
Hoodied up like Trayvon, listening to Dayvon
You can't see these tears run from my eyes with my shades on
I wanna have my cake and eat it too but the cake gone
Guardian angel telling me to just stay strong
Feel like Batman, I'm Batman, got my cape on
And I can't swerve back on bitches I did the race on
Hard to keep my interest after sex 'cause the chase gone
And we was standing right there on the block like a pay phone
Got a Tre Pound and that shit singing like Trey Songz
Get Rich or Die Trying is what I'm spending my days on
Kenny in the kitchen, I'm just cheffing like Raekwon
Yeahhhh