Carhartt jacket, cuz the pocket got some dope in it
We were 16, 21, I got no hope in it
Homies see me wonder how I ever thought I earned it
We were 16, back then doing stupid shit
Running from our futures like we had a clue what was in store
Thinking that we had a plan, no idea what we're looking for
Looking for, no idea what we're looking for
Hide the bowl under the seat, then grab some cash let's hit the store
Hit the store
Always looking for a little more
Born poor
Never wanting, taking, spreading spores
Four doors, on my whip, blacked out riding through the city, Legacy, you wanna see me boy
Nostalgia hits a lot, like often, so I offed him
Now his Bones in my Closet, closeted
All these feelings feel abandoned in my head
Who would I be if you're dead
I'm no one now, it's in my head
Golden light in the cup, as you drift off to sleep
You can't come up in this tomb if your heart still beats
Golden liquor with some Roxy, it's a sight to see
Sore eyes, blood ties, broken knuckles from me
Yeah, moving in the future, shorty point to the sea
Dirty fingernails, itching for a moment of glee
Bloody tails of a demon between you and me
Tie me up to an anchor, drop this bitch in the deep
Ay, rum in me cup, while I roll up this weed
It's a motherf*cking dead man, straight out the sea
Blackened skies, with some white stars, making a scene
Blackened eyes, with some white lines, breaking down me
If you're talkin shit, boy
Tell it to my Nina
Creepin on ya in the dark, boy
I'm breaking off your f*ckin' femur
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