[Verse 1: Kur]
I need to start respecting my mother (Real talk)
I need to stop expecting myself from others
I need to stop neglecting the people that love me
I wish my grandma was still here to hug me
But when she was here I barely went to see her
I was actin' fake busy when she told me meet her
Really hurt when we would talk and you had trouble breathing
All alone in the dirt, I ain't wanna leave her
Getting high, I been grieving, I ain't even eating
I can't even look at photos of you if it's recent
Cause' you don't even look the same, that broke me to pieces
I'm just adjusting to the fame, set goals and I reached em'
I know kids look up to me, ain't tryna' mislead em'
Don told me "Stop complaining, 'least you got ya' freedom"
Old sneaks, I used to clean em' now I shop at Neimans
Money is the root of evil, trust me I done seen it
Broski tryna' fight them cases, I just hope he beat it

[Bridge: Kur]
Bitches numbers get deleted, hold up
Come on
Let that fade out
From the soul
All from the heart
Hope you get it
[Verse 2: Kur]
Bitches numbers get deleted, it be for no reason
My first time in a Lamb', it felt like I'm dreaming
Wasn't dreaming I was in it, it was slightly tinted
Years working on my image tryna' make a difference
N***as warring over bitches, man that ain't my interest
Bitches fucking different n***as just to start they business
Letting go of certain friendships was a hard decision
Hard decisions had to make em', risks had to take em'
My lil mami' bitch want a tote bag from Jacob
I was quick to fix shit, and I ain't even break it
YSL, that's my fragrance, I got bitches fainting
Auto pay on all my payments finally making payments
Everyday I feel I'm changing, going through these phases
Tryna' learn to have some patience, I feel like I'm anxious
In the Regal it was basic, used to play the grave shift
I was tryna' get off my nicks off now I'ma big dog
Old bitches, got em' pissed off, don't wanna hit y'all

[Outro: Kur]
Real talk
From the soul, ew
Just let it rock