[ Featuring YoungBoy Never Broke Again ]
(It's a Menace beat)
My Lord, got a better understandin', I'm not young no more
From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT
Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they gotta crease
Remember them sayin' "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (yeah)
From when they say they'll see you later, then they die
Losin' my mind, I don't wanna let 'em see me cry, oh, no
Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry
"Hey, sir"
"How you doin', young man?"
"It was somethin' kept tellin' me for to come talk to you"
And it seem like that it's somethin' ain't goin' right
Here to smooth out my brother
I miss my cousin, nigga, I slept in a bed with 'em
I'm missin' dead niggas, 'cause you know I ran with 'em
I keep my fam' with me, 'cause you know I don't f*ck with niggas
Mr. Steal-His-Bitch, poppin' drugs, takin' gasoline
And my wrist game too proper, call it Harvard on a nigga, yeah
Wit' Lil Jordan tryna steal a forty, now my nigga dead
F*cked up, but still drive Ferrari on a bad day
I'm hope that she can comprehend me
My Lord, got a better understandin', I'm not young no more
From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT
Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they got a crease
Remember them sayin' "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (yeah)
From when they say they'll see you later, then they die
Losin' my mind, I don't wanna let 'em see me cry, oh, no
Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry
In the trenches, probably where I feel the safest at
We've been broke up for a minute, baby, take me back
I'm too loaded out my mental, ain't no shakin' back
Two extensions in my rental, if he eighty racks
High speed in the Banshee
I done been to ten this week and that's a damn shame
Try to keep my mama off the street, but she's so damaged
It's like my heart now scared to beat, 'cause I'm so damaged (mmm)
I'm traumatized from homicides, them murder one be the victim
Jumped off the porch at grandma house, she throw up 60 my nigga
They got my dawg on house arrest, don't wanna see beat the system
I'm steady thinkin' I'm gon' die, that's why I sleep with my pistol
My Lord, got a better understandin', I'm not young no more
From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT
Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they got a crease
Remember them sayin', "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (yeah)
From when they say they'll see you later, then they die
Losin' my mind, I don't wanna let 'em see me cry, oh, no
Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry
