Voicemail (outro)

I lost my mans tonight, and I lost my friend, but it's gonna be alright, or maybe it won't I get tired of livin' this life I'm stranded and fallin' on my own Denied, depression and faking a smile, my nigga, I'm on I been crushin' and poppin' these pills, they comin' my room, what's wrong My nigga was right, we put a five on the sprite, stop takin' it serious My nigga, it's life, you only get one for a reason You livin' it up, but you dyin' alone Whenever I'm down, they ain't hitting my phone Nine missed calls from the bitch that I want Ayy, what's up, my nigga, I'm good You laughin' and smilin, I'm back in the hood Everybody sayin' they proud of me Nigga, I'm up, you ain't proud of me They all in my face, they crowdin' me Nigga, I'm up, and I'm really the hope Everybody gone, but the shit gon' blow Nigga, I'm up, and the shit gon' blow They tell me stop rappin, uh, uh They tell me stop rappin' like, nigga, what's up F*ck, my pain ain't good enough Like, what, my bars ain't hood enough I ain't made it out of the trenches yet Nigga, I'm up, and I'm over the shit Give me this car, and I'm burnin' this bitch I don't even wanna drive this whip I don't even wanna live this life and shit Nigga, I'm livin' it like my shit gettin' good When I'm goin' up, nigga, who gon' take care of the rest of the hood Nigga, I'm up, and this life gettin' better Shit gettin' up in the hood Nigga, this life gettin' better Shit goin' up, but it's never the hood, uh