Deaths

I remember them nights I was dead broke.

I remember them nights I was hungry.

I remember them nights I had plenty friends.

I remember them nights I was lonely.

Now I’m getting to the money, ridin round wit it on me.

Now I’m getting to the money, ridin round wit it on me.

I remember them nights the car window frosty.

Can’t trust nobody coz my bro crossed me.

He was tryna get a buzz. And under the bus he tossed me.

That had me grippin a 60.

Can’t trust nobody so I keep it wit me.

Imma say pause coz it’s in my draws, but if it ain’t there then it’s tucked by my kidney.