[ Featuring Millyz ]
Look up at the streetlight, I'm in the backseat
Love you, Mare
Look up at the streetlight, I'm in the backseat
It get lonely when you chasin' dreams, all that love for you feel make-believe
Real players that take it to the hoop before we take a plea
How the f*ck could they critique when I'm here tryna beat the streets?
The way I walk down on them drops, the way I walk down on these beats
Loyalty over love, cause when the love go low, y'all tend to teach
Us on how to be there, good or bad, you know that shit run deep
Blood that get in water, when it hit the surface, it's gon' seep
In the dark, blood runnin' through my mind, now I can't even sleep
And the rain tears runnin' down my cheek, but smile hard to hide it all
The shit I hate the most when people say, you need me to just call
Cause I can't, every time I try to, you niggas let me fall
When you in need, it's me that's there, when I'm in need, no one at all
The real wreck is if I quit right now, who the f*ck gon' ball?
The real wreck is if I'm gone, who gon' take care of my moms?
Who got the heart to lose it all and jump out on the drum?
Who else gon' try to get us rich by writin' out these songs?
Nobody, who gon' throw they goals away and blow about it?
One broke-ass child just cause he ain't die, ain't no one wrote about it
Just me, Bert, two of the lil' bros tryna take a soap out it
I love them all, but in reality, I don't need nobody
This pain I'm speakin' on run deep, it's for the sliders
We be outside when shit get scary, we ain't hidin'
I got fly shit on all the time, feel like a pilot
Know not to call me cause they know that I be wildin'
I be wildin', you know that we be wildin'
My hit is master, we ain't even got no virus
I bowl with 30 shots for real, no Rasheed Wallace
I keep it on me cause them haters keep on pilin', oh
They love you when you goin' and hate you when you breathin'
Fleet of black trucks swervin' on a major deacon
Had to kick her out the spot, she tried to stay the weekend
Walked out with my jewelry, every place that we went
Thirty pairs of white Forces, black Beemers, white Porsches
Gen 5, light Taurus, cross the line with Mike Forrest
Streets ugly, life's gorgeous, no flowers, no florist
Three thousand pounds in the crib, look like a whole forest
Trenches, I'm most comfortable, kick my feet up casual
Careful when they come for you, the feds'll take your fat away
Suckers dissin' me on records, talkin' reckless
But I actually done been to war with killers, I can't worry about no rappers
It's somethin' about the street life, runnin' from the police
Gettin' money, that's what we like, shooters in the backseat
This pain I'm speakin' on run deep, it's for the sliders
We be outside when shit get scary, we ain't hidin'
I got fly shit on all the time, feel like a pilot
Know not to call me, cause they know that I be wildin'
I be wildin', you know that we be wildin'
My haters masked up, we ain't even got no virus
I ball with 30 shots for real, no machine wallets
I keep it on me, cause them haters keep on pilin', oh
I keep it on me, cause them haters keep on pilin', oh
