2day I Got Tyme

Bruh just call sayin' Dre got shot For real fool you jokin' or not I just talked to cuz and when La got got popped Thinkin' about his daughter Lord bless her heart The fam still hurt from losin' Markiya When I got the call wish it wasn't real Saw Smoke and Deezy shit gave me chills Seem like déjà vu to be right back here My cuz Moe gone said he overdosed Found him unresponsive on the floor They lookin' for some chick I think she white for show Now that's two mo' funerals I got to go Seem like yesterday I went to Duck junk My uncle Buck, Tay, and Joselyn I been seein' death come back-to-back recently we rubbed elbows some Nigga fell asleep, behind the wheel Heard my kids scream then I woke up Shawdy said I'm stress boo you need some sleep When my eyes close my mind still run My thinkin' process on overload Any minute moment I'll explode And truth be told I'm depressed bro Feelin life be better if I was gone Then I shake back when I hear my phone Hear Deuce snappin' bruh what's goin' on He said I'm bout to crash in a aggressive tone Bruh, chill, think bout the kids at home Next thing you know I get a dial-tone Then straight to voicemail So I send a text, don't do none dumb niggas still care Next day I just sit and brew Jobs still ain't comin' through Been on four, five, six interviews Ain't got no call, aight be cool Stash spot slowly diminish It's gettin' empty bills still due I can grab a pack but I refuse to go back To the same shit that I used to do Now catchin' licks seems oh so eazy I did it, done it, now that life beneath me I got five girls and two boys that need me I be selfish to leave they mama pleading And beggin' for help when they dad behind glass with only three clicks left I get it, I got it, it's not about me I can't think bout myself Can't picture me missin' my babies be trippin when I ain't even there Can't quit or give up, it's plenty more people out here that need help