[Intro]
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I don't even know what to talk about anymore
All I know is keep your motherfucking head up

Mama, they murder my friends
Sorry, I gotta sin, but I'm bringing it to the end
I'm like "God can you help me"
Keep me out the streets
I'm like "God can you help me"
Don't let 'em kill YB

The game I chose, the game I play
You n***as play get bust at
Paying their food [?] my plate, I can't run no man
My momma working two jobs and I'm clutching my rod
I'm in the streets, tryna catching an OP to send him to god
And I don't give one fuck about who not liking me
Baby, I got hunnids, talking blue face money
Talking blue face hunnids, haters seeing million dollars up in cash baby
This shit ain't funny, my life tragic but it's lavish baby
They think I glorify this shit, but I'm happy baby
Always tryna get a n***a, he on snapping bags
I'll be playing Lil Peep inside my new coupé, steady telling myself how we both should be through
I guess that don't talk this motherfucker, this a double R
Pay for Rolls-Royce, baby, check inside [?]
Grandpa, I don't hang out with no n***as, only bad bitches
Tryna cut back from taking these pills, no I ain't playing with you
Big pistols, pockets full of [?], bad bitches, but I'm tired of these hoes
I need love, I need help, I need Xans, I need money
Everything be funny, 'til I hop out [?] bitch
By the river, by the river, where I wash the water [?]
Not too far from my grandfather's home
Where they tell your ass [?]

Mama, they murder my friends
Sorry, I gotta sin, but I'm bringing it to the end
I'm like "God can you help me"
Keep me out the streets
I'm like "God can you help me"
Don't let 'em kill YB