[Intro]
(Goddamn, 8ball)

[Chorus]
I keep hearin' voices, now I can't sleep
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray to the Lord my soul to take
Since I lost my bro, I ain't been the same
We gon' keep spendin' blocks, said they feel my pain
Went from catchin' body you gotta name
Went from sleepin' on couches to plane Jane
I was only fifteen when my mans died
Lately I've being sippin' medical
See my dog through a glass with his hands tied
And I stay paid, he doing federal
N***as die everyday this ain't no new shit
My mama pray she don't see me on no news clip
That's why I run round with extendos it's like Pogo sticks
Tricks let me score down got no song feelin' ruthless

[Verse]
I'm still sippin' on this lean wool in my mind wall
Sometimes I'm tripping thinking where the fuck my mind go
Dropped out of school I wanna hit the corner
We was just kids lookin' for a comma
Come at the six fell in love with the money
Drop a gauge .541 it's on us
Ain't no stoppin' [?]
I done shot so many tears, I'ma let it rain on 'em, rain on 'em
I gave my whole to the pen every verse, feelin' pain on 'em, pain on 'em
They want to see me in that chain gang, but I cane n***a, cane n***a
I need that big body Mac double R, lane switcher, lane switcher
Push it down to the [?] mannequin for all the time that I hadn't had shit
N***a be broke bad they be panicking talking 'bout glizzy, you ain't blast shit
The streets shoot me in converted me savage man, way before the deal I'm talking past tense
Told mama [?] don't worry, soon you won't have to worry 'bout shit
Shout out to them n***as that ever doubted
Now I'm drippin' sticky fountain
Too much water think I'm drownin'
Got about fifty in my closet
Told my bro I'm 'bout to take him to project
AP my fear that's my shit
Told my bro I'm 'bout to take him to project
AP my fear that's my shit
[Chorus]
I keep hearin' voices, now I can't sleep
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray to the Lord my soul to take
Since I lost my bro, I ain't been the same
We gon' keep spendin' blocks, said they feel my pain
Went from catchin' body you gotta name
Went from sleepin' on couches to plane Jane
I was only fifteen when my mans died
Lately I've being sippin' medical
See my dog through a glass with his hands tied
And I stay paid, he doing federal
N***as die everyday this ain't no new shit
My mama pray she don't see me on no news clip
That's why I run round with extendos it's like Pogo sticks
Tricks let me score down got no song feelin' ruthless