Shed a tear but it won't bring you back
Got your mama cryin', cry
And it pains me sometimes when i'm high
Need nobody but myself when I smoke
Throw a gram inside a wood and I smoke
Hotbox the wood in my studio apartment in Bushwick i'm good
She wanna be all wishy and washy, I tell her I'm good
I'm smokin', I'm rappin', I'm makin' a hit, can't be disturbed
You spendin' a fortune on a bitch in the club gettin' curved
I never fold, I never coil, I can't be nervous
We makin' moves, we movin' quick, it's like it's urgent
I'm feelin' classy, feelin' good, I drink my bourbon
Shout out all my brothas back at home, they workin'
Used to lurk around at night the streets of Irving
Used to flip the packs, the streets, the goons they servin'
Lost my brotha Kevin, that shit got me hurtin'
Carry all your dreams and hopes, it ain't no burden
I guess in this life it's just death that gives you purpose