I close my eyes, I think about death, I can't even vision all my pain cause I play to the
Left
Damn I miss my youngin, I was there but I ain't take his breath
And them tears inside my eyes, I had to cry for the best
Nigga tried to take my diamonds, now he stretched but now he dead
All that yapping on your neck gon' make me shoot right at your head
All that cappin' in your songs gon' make me put y'all ass to bed
Aint never trip about a bitch,and neither trip bout what they said
Why they say that I'm so lonely, when I stack this bread I'm gone
I probably f*cked that hoe like three times, they say I'm in a wrong
Diamonds all on my neck, it's icey, freezing like some foam
When I catch that nigga lacking sending shots right at his zone
And its early in the morning, they can't say that I'm alone
And why she wanna play these game, I told her get up off my phone
I put on a ski, it's time to slide, Im sending shots right at you zone
And why they saying that im lacking when im clutching with that chrome
Oh yea i bet i send them shots i put the ski its time to slide
And why that lil nat think im tripping just because she dont wanna ride
You think im tweaking bout them yungins send them shots right to the sky
Cuz all the dissing on the net he disappeared he had to die
I roll his ass inside this wood i bet my young niggas gon get fried
I told her where i just be at but she dont know that i just lie
I pop this shit right off my hip i bet i make it 4th july
Banna clip all on my gun i hit his ass and make him cry