[Verse]
N***as miss the old Branden
Killing shit, with a goal Branden
No matter what bars he come up with
And might offend people but roll with it Branden
Writing with a soul, holding up a 4
Riding in locus, I'm posting
She blow sick, out my mind, then we fuck two times
No goals shit, I hate that, tired of n***as who really thinking
The biggest up in it, I'm stealing bitches
I'm really with it, so n***a you better put away your girl
On the low, cause' I might just go put my dick in her
You better stop you is best to fool
Fuck a party this a festival
My mind is twisted like I just ask bitch doing yoga
Can you fit up in you, I'm flexible
Just got back to the hotel feel like I'm wail into my book shelf
I'm mad for no reason, why the fuck do I live with this treason
I'm drunk, I'm fucked, I need rest right up
Shit I feel woozy, yo, wait the hell was in that cup..