[?]
Whole lotta–, gllah
Death is just a part of life
But I rather die, don't [?] killed
So I keep my G next to me
I don't carry for nothin', n***a, shit is real
Yus, where the fuck you at?
I'm tryna throw with that blicky for you
If you don't love me, then you a [?]
I'm 'bout to up, like, leave the excuses
[?] problems, the drugs not one
Fake love, look what you done
[?] on my shoulders, been waitin' to [?]
And I must keep a G so I can't die young
[?] for the fun
I need the funds
N***as be pussy, see the opps and run, like
I ain't gon' run
You [?] argue and fight every night, like
Then I make up by the mornin'
Like, damn, you so gorgeous
Kiss on your cheek and your neck and your forehead
Why you gotta do all of that?
[?] shit it's not even important
We listen to lies that they feed you
Like, just TP, I'm tryna teach you (Teach you)
The-They wanna see me collapse
They want me to permanently rest
I think God tryna give me a test
And if I fail, I don't know what comes next
All I know, it's gon' be somethin' bad
And I can't go out like that
So like a [?] I keep a strap
[?] no feelings attached
Whole lotta Woo