Pain

(Cried on his porch) (My kids, my bitch, my day one niggas) I watch my nigga turn his self in and I cried on his porch I put extensions on this FN now I ride with a torch My Kids My Bitch my Day1 niggas I don't play about And I ain't Young Dolph but I'm independent this a paper route I watch my nigga turn his self in and I cried on his porch I put extensions on this FN now I ride with a torch My kids, my bitch, my day one niggas I don't play about And I ain't Young Dolph but I'm independent this a paper route If you real, you real, But just don't rap on me Still rock a St. Louis brim but ain't no cap on me I done lost my niggas young Been playin 'round with guns Hodaimont throw up them 1's Nigga thats just where we from I swear I lost my mind When I lost my mother Lost my mind When I lost my brother Ain't no way that they can be replaced Just hope one day that I'm gone see their face Cause I'm too real for these niggas Gotta I ask myself sometimes How I deal with these niggas That's why I keep my day 1s in the field with these pistols And I put that on YG I'll kill for my niggas So when we see you we get you , (We get you) I watch my nigga turn his self in and I cried on his porch I put extensions on this FN now I ride with a torch My kids, my bitch, my day one niggas I don't play about And I ain't Young Dolph but I'm independent this paper route I watch my nigga turn his self in and I cried on his porch I put extensions on this FN now I ride with a torch My kids, my bitch, my day one niggas I don't play about And I ain't Young Dolph but I'm independent this paper route Yeah they laugh at a Nigga Yeah that shit gone hurt Never show em' that you down Always put God first And if that don't work Well this ain't church Grab a black blick with a 2 switch Show em' how the carbon burst Rollie all on my wrist Now I ball on a bitch Always been broke I ain't never had shit Now a nigga gettin rich And the DM's lit Now it's text messages and phone calls, boy ain't answering shit Rollie all on my wrist Now I ball on a bitch Always been broke I ain't never had shit Now a nigga gettin rich And the DM's lit Now it's text messages and phone calls, boy ain't answering shit I watch my nigga turn his self in and I cried on his porch I put extensions on this FN now I ride with a torch My kids, my bitch, my day one niggas I don't play about And I ain't Young Dolph but I'm independent this a paper route I watch my nigga turn his self in and I cried on his porch I put extensions on this FN now I ride with a torch My kids, my bitch, my day one niggas I don't play about And I ain't Young Dolph but I'm independent this a paper route R.I.P.'s