Intro

Oh, hell naw, bruh, cause when I say I get tougher by the L, They probably think I'm just saying that shit just to say that shit But I really mean that shit Every day is a L, every day is pain Every day I'm hurting from something But I don't give a f*ck if they understand it or not Free Trap, Long live Magic I learned that a long time ago You gotta be careful what you ask God for, man You can't pray for strength And then when he put you in positions where you gotta be strong You ready to give up? No, hell naw Stay strong, that's what you prayed for You can't pray for patience if you ain't ready to wait That's what patience is, nigga Yeah, getting high, ain't been working, so shit, I'm drunk again I wanna tell them, but some shit they just wouldn't understand I been washing dishes, giving half the check to Uncle Sam Not the type of shit I do, I gotta find another plan I call pops, but he ain't tryna see a nigga stuck again He see it straight through it, he ain't tryna give his son a gram Sonagram, these niggas softer than pajama pants Free them boys cutting up they gloves, making rubber bands I been on my lonely I ain't out here postin' I been smoking, I been drinking, cause I miss my old friends I miss my old bitch, I miss my old life My old sins, you stole my heart, you broke in And then you left me broken, pay attention Usually I switch the flow then But this here for Hot Rob, them are not your friends When your shit was going on, why nobody showed then? When it popped off at the club, boy, you the one that dove in And we ain't going down that road again Never in that hole again, never go out bad I stand on ten like some bowling pins And the lane closed, so pussy boy, you can't even bowl it in He f*ck with me, he gotta hold his own I can't hold his hands, I got your back Even though you might not have mine Real shit, nigga play with you, then he get flatlined Shawty went to trial it's more like church, cause he got baptized He laying on his mat crying Think about them last times he had with his daughters That he had with his mama, that he had with his father Boy, this shit here for real I ain't talking bout Chicago, but he was just in the field And I ain't playing for the Pacers, I'm hoping my buddy healed From that deal he had to take, because another nigga squealed Another nigga years, another nigga bid And for the family, I'ma step like these another nigga kids Like a Newport on a Marta, I'ma bus him with a cig It's been almost three years since I touched a mini fridge It's been almost three years since I cuddle with my kid I don't f*ck with debit cards, cause my brother in the pit Got a bird feed my partner, I don't trust him with a 10k It is what it is, I'm just being honest I've been smoking, I've been drinking Cause I miss my old friends, I miss my old bitch I miss my old life, my old sins You stole my heart, you broke in You then you left me broken