We take these leaves for granted
And then they leave but granted when that final leaf has landed on the streets
Where we bleed we panic winter before i wither will my daughter know i'm with her
Even if a bullet hits a nigga in
The heart or thinker shit i'm thinking bigger what's the bigger picture took a picture with your bitch flexing my Middle fingers cropped them out
And left them in there just to offend ya i hope you hate that who giving you what
I'm giving the times have changed are you with them