empty promises (feat. PFV)

You may be rich, but I'm happy homie, that's the difference Ain't no bitch catch me lacking homie, that's the business I've been feeling like the games on my back Me against the world, I'm the champ, back to back Nicotine and empty promises, that's what I grew up with Bunch of ex homies doing shit I don't f*ck with Got me so stressed out feeling like I need a smoke The smell is nostalgic that's what my mom toke I grew up with asthma and second hand smoke Tobacco burning holes in my dads throat That shit almost took him out, almost gave him a stroke I don't need a therapist, I got my phone notes This shit is in my blood, it's in my DNA It's the only good thing my real dad ever gave me Calling up the plug, my life in disarray And just like him I'ma drink my life away because I ain't ever seen seen my nieces and nephews Homies got money and acted like they better I ain't ever seen my brothers and sisters Homies act strange when they see the cheddar You may be rich, but I'm happy homie, that's the difference Ain't no bitch catch me lacking homie, that's the business I've been feeling like the games on my back Me against the world, I'm the champ, back to back Nicotine and empty promises, that's what I grew up with Bunch of ex homies doing shit I don't f*ck with Got me so stressed out feeling like I need a smoke The smell is nostalgic that's what my mom toke I'm getting rich but I'm not happy 'cause they're gone All that coughing turned into their coffin and I'm lost Smoke inside my lungs has turned to smoke inside my heart Now I'm hoping I can drink myself at night into the dark But I know that the life I'm living is the life I needed, it's a change And I know that the life I wanted is the life I never got to chase (that's real) But now instead of falling into pieces I've been falling into comfort and I'm safe (I'll be okay) You may be rich, but I'm happy homie, that's the difference Ain't no bitch catch me lacking homie, that's the business I've been feeling like the games on my back Me against the world, I'm the champ, back to back Nicotine and empty promises, that's what I grew up with Bunch of ex homies doing shit I don't f*ck with Got me so stressed out feeling like I need a smoke The smell is nostalgic that's what my mom toke