Dear, Friends (Outro)

We get to the cash, we tryna get to the bag I'm really just feeling so sad, I gotta be truth about that I just miss my dad, I know y'all feel like that, Some of y'all feel like that, I know y'all feelin' so sad My love is gone, I can't love no more, I gotta stay with away from these hoes, cause im just gonna hurt you, you know I'ma just rock up with a pole, if he try me that choppa gon' blow I just can't fold, I can't let them take my soul I'm lyin' though, almost overdose, But don't trip about that though, Cause I know y'all gon' blow out my phone I just be feelin' so low, And these pills be makin' me float Floatin' all the way to the sky, Nigga just feel so high