Maybe it wasn't supposed to be like this
Maybe if we talk then we won't have to reminisce
I've been tryna thug it out, don't know what's after this
What we do nobody know but god
Where you at this shit been kinda odd
I need you more, but I still need my rid
I need my mind to be clear , when I be ridin' switching' gears
Dying is all that I fear, think bout my aunt drop a tear
Think bout these drugs I take em
Think bout these drugs I face em
Think bout the opps I lace em
Think bout these snakes I rake em
I show em love can't make em
He cross me up I fake em
He say it's beef I bake em
Triple cross A.I. I shake em
Walk up make his mama outdate em
This her third shot without no chaser
I know her grandma raised her
Don't run bae , this ain't no pacer
Top tier when I ask her her flavor
Court side sitting right by the lakers
No love can't do no favors
Can't do nothing for these pussy niggas , cause I know they all hate
That ain't him, he got a filter old friends, they all plates
I be damn I know who realer, ain't hard to tell who all fake
Riding with my finger on the trigger I'm gone bust it, no debate