WTM Scoob - December 4th Lyrics

I'm tearing up I got some pain that ain't clearing up
Still call yo phone and pray to god that you pick it up
God why the f*ck you take my brother this shit weird as f*ck
Drugs for the pain to the face but it ain't enough
I been pooping pills just come back so I can give it up
You was Spose to live how we gone live if you ain't here with us
I couldn't take that pain i hit the road for a couple months
You always told me bout Arizona so I f*cked it up
Damn I miss my baby you the reason why I run it up
Reason why I want the Ap it's gone be fully busted
I Eva catch them niggas out in traffic let this fully bust
I Eva catch them niggas out in traffic let this fully bust
F*ck y'all niggas i do me I don't want
Attention
Got yo lil brother he been straight I just hope he listen
Sister say she see you in her sleep it be some crazy visions
Pain in heart fill my body up with mo prescriptions
T was talking money yo ass broke couldn't comprehend it ?
If I ain't hit that bitch I knew that T then hit it
If Ain't nobody went got this shit we knew that we could get it
Make couple pros fifty fifty how we use to split it
I'm tearing up I got some pain that ain't clearing up
Still call yo phone and pray to god that you pick it up
God why the f*ck you take my brother this shit weird as f*ck
Drugs for the pain to the face but it ain't enough
Smoke a couple woods drink some lean when we use to kick it
T gambling ass shot dice until he got suspended
Mad as hell he went and tore up saks he ain't f*ck with dripping
Nigga really switching KY locked because these niggas snitchin
I don't even cry damn T you got a nigga trippin
We went down the wrong path it wasn't recommended
I'd die right now if I could get a visit
Why you have to lose yo life to these dirty niggas
I'm tearing up I got some pain that ain't clearing up
Still call yo phone and pray to god that you pick it up
God why the f*ck you take my brother this shit weird as f*ck
Drugs for the pain to the face but it ain't enough