[Intro]
Boy, one thing that I learned in this life is you don’t get no cookie for doing no real n!gga s*it because s*it, that s*it mandatory (Ayy, Nick, turn me up)
So don’t be looking for no hugs and kisses after you do some real s*it (Daydream made it, so it’s major, huh?)
Now if you do some fake s*it, shh
It’s gon’ be all love with everybody, I’m telling you
But you know me, I got the heart of a project brick, I’m too solid to fold
[Chorus]
I done seen the pain in my mama eyes
Not fu*king with the family, but I love my grandma with my heart
Really she the last of the realest people that’s alive
Talking to my daughter through a glass, I gotta change my life
And what? Oh, dear Father, I’m on my last stride
On my last stride like a felon that’s on his third thime
Lil’ buddy lost his life, not nobody, slide on third night
My jersey came in white, but it’s been dirty by the third time
That’s ’cause I got it out the mud, I’m screaming, “Fu*k what you heard ’bout me”
That .38 is bloody, you know my youngins gon’ swerve ’bout me
Them double cups, they came in muddy, I don’t want no more syrup ’round me
I swear that I been through so much of s*it, can’t bring no more hurt out me
[Verse]
I done really went and seen a dead partner
I sold some bricks and caught some fed charges (Ah, ah)
Austronaut moments, I really lay down in a (??)
No, I can’t never trust a b!tch ’cause I done hit too many of ’em
I swear my heart still in the bricks, in that kitchen over that oven
I ain’t looking for no chick to hold me down
Even not the one around ’cause she gon’ always think about the s*it I did that made her frown
Lil’ D and Stro, lost they daddy to them sticks early 2000s
Hope the people don’t know that my lil’ n!ggas really knocked off the whole town
Ah, I don’t need nobody locked behind them doors, yeah
And I ain’t really looking for no fu*king (??)
I just want your body, baby, take them clothes off
In the Maybach while I’m riding, girl, you know we dose off
[Chorus]
I done seen the pain in my mama eyes
Not fu*king with the family, but I love my grandma with my heart
Really she the last of the realest people that’s alive
Talking to my daughter through a glass, I gotta change my life
And what? Oh, dear Father, I’m on my last stride
On my last stride like a felon that’s on his third thime
Lil’ buddy lost his life, not nobody, slide on third night
My jersey came in white, but it’s been dirty by the third time
That’s ’cause I got it out the mud, I’m screaming, “Fu*k what you heard ’bout me”
That .38 is bloody, you know my youngins gon’ swerve ’bout me
Them double cups, they came in muddy, I don’t want no more syrup ’round me
I swear that I been through so much of s*it, can’t bring no more hurt out me
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