No shit ain't the same when you see demons in your sleep again
Know some of mine gangsters we was set up since my teeth ain't in
Pray that all these chains gon' keep a nigga out the ceiling fearing
Guess I wore a mask cause all this death shit a disease again
Niggas in my hood, where you from
Niggas walk around with tech out Ain't no love in me, I guess I lost it
When he bled out I can't kill the pain and now the doctor's
Prescribing fentanyl Tires in the bullets it no wonder I can't hear y'all
Titties in my hand, she took some weight off of my chest
Had to put that shit back on and wear it like a vest, yah
Voicemail probably full
Just need protection and a check, yah
Broken in the streets, hope there's some shit I don't regret
Yo, seven dailies since I prayed that they don't get my hand
I know mama always praying otherwise a nigga dead, yo
Yo, say you in a better place, you better off hanging with the man
Tell you welcome to the palace in the sky I wonder if my niggas see the light