[Intro]
I'm in the studio right now I got on Palm Angels
I got the juice juice and I got on Off-White
Al Geno on the track

[Pre-Chorus]
Can you believe how shit changed I came from Section 8 homes
N***as I thought would slide, I left 'em at the playground

[Chorus]
How could I ever forget you?
You did me dirty, you did me wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong
Why would I ever miss you?
Won't dodge no numbers, I'm leanin' off styrofoam

[Verse 1]
You got the address to the funeral? I'm dyin' to live
He catch a body then he up 10 bands, them n***as dyin' to kill
I used to post up change every day and do the same thing
Wake up, first thing on his mind gotta throw up Chain Gang
Glock 27 wit a 30 in it that will make his brains hang
.223s, KelTec rifles, that'll make 'em change gangs
I know a young n***a who got life but we was doing the same thing
I know a couple n***as earned stripes and they used to be lame
Seen scared n***as turn hard
Seen grown men turn boys
Gave her a hotel card
We fucked at the awards
Can't wait to have a lil boy
Thinkin' about naming him Rod
So he could keep it wit him!
Better not take one out the head even if your people wit you
Watched n***as get caught up in the game who tryna beat the system
I got blood, who got blood, who got leaches wit him
I know rappers who know rappers and don't want no features wit 'em
Nobody made it where I'm from, project concrete
Million dollar n***a, I'm in my city ridin' round one deep
Don't hold my hand hoe even though we fucked at palm beach
[Bridge]
Ashes in a McLaren
50 racks on me, 3 straps on me
All these diamonds got her staring
How long will they mourn me? Strapped up performing

[Verse 2]
I can't show emotions, but it's hard when you come around
Thought that I couldn't cry, I think about Dave and they start coming down
I ain't see none of these hoes when I was broke, what got 'em coming 'round?
Give a fuck about a post, I pull up ghost, I feel hand me down
'Member I ain't have a rack, now just off streams I get a hundred thousand
Junkie got the lean, for every line I give her a hundred dollars
Way before this rap shit I had fifty, now I got a hundred problems
We need a Lyft, so fuck the Jam, pushing weight, Cuz say we tryna spot 'em

[Bridge]
Tell me I'm yours
And I don't really care who knows it
Can we afford to be that open? We know what I got goin'...

[Verse 3]
Why I fuck you like I miss you for?
Then go ghost and don't hit you up
FaceTime me, I don't pick it up
How bout you just ask me how I been?
Why I can't just fuck you wit yo friends???
[Chorus]
How could I ever forget you?
You did me dirty, you did me wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong
Why would I ever miss you?
Won't dodge no numbers, I'm leanin' off styrofoam
You got the address to the funeral? I'm dyin' to live
He catch a body then he up 10 bands, them n***as dyin' to kill

[Outro]
Ashes in a McLaren
50 racks on me, 3 straps on me
All these diamonds got her staring
How long will they mourn me? Strapped up performing...