Told little momma yea to come break it down
A nigga took a break and now it's feeling so vacant wow
Since 1998 I'm still the same ain't no faking now
22 Or nothing can't believe that I made it out
Call these niggas cousin cause my brother fill me with doubt Blow it like a budget cause my pockets gone weigh me down
22 But that isn't what we gone be shooting back
He laced it like a shoe I don't know how I got through with that
I pray to Jesus that I find the truth I lack
Maybe Ima find it at the end of this f*cking bag
Maybe end up dead cause he was thinking I'm tucking rags
I hope my niggas fed I swear to god I'll be coming back
20 Bands ain't shit mam I'm just tryna go make sum
Time is running out I swear I feel it in my brain or sum
High up like a cloud was off cocaine just to chase rum
She all up in my way I I hate her Got bitches in my face tryna shake for pay stub
But I'm 22 nigga I don't pay for fake love