[Intro]
I wish you was here
(Abdul got them keys)
Man, I wish you was here
Long live all my n***as, free all my n***as
Drill ones, trill ones
Shoutout my bloodies
You know that
I wish you was here
I wish you was here
Man, I wish they was here
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

[Chorus]
I ran it up
When I left, I said "I got this"
When I hop in V, I tell my brother "Pocket" (Skrrt, skrrt)
How you lie and tryna move like you was ridin'
How you try to tell the folks that we ain't slidin'
When they ask questions, I was taught to stay silent
My head be hurtin', I'm off lean, can't hear the sirens
Put you in the latest, yeah you really my bitch
My bronem hit your block and shoot like it's a contest

[Verse 1]
You know they wishin' I was dead
I got racks, you know I'm fed
I don't know 'bout nothin' less
I see she runnin' with the middle man, come fuck wit' us
Go get a bloodbath
That's a tub
We in club with glizzies tucked
I spend a hunnid', fucked around and made more hunnids
This shit ain't nun', these n***as hatin', your n***a havin' sumn'
Why don't you vote for me to win, you know I'm the right one
When it was drama, we was out there till the day done
Shottas, monsters
This shit get so spooky, see a gangster talk to cops
Why they make it seem that way?
Want me to stop?
We was runnin' together, why I gotta watch you run into opps?
And all my life, been on clock
[Verse 2]
Rock Cartier, but I need a new watch
It be new opps, but I'm tryna smoke some new opps
Fuck all my old opps
Boy hold up, I think I'm smokin' on a new opp
My brother, he take your soul, bitch that's a steal (That's a steal)
I been runnin' in the streets without a skill
You know I always told ya "Shit gon' get real"
You know it's always "Free my cutta", lil bro lost it on a drill
Live life like a superstar, swear I need my brothers though
I tried to take the right route, but I got Devil in my ear
When I turn my back I'm lonely, with all my friends, they not there
How you try to tell the folks that we ain't slidin'
I'm that n***a, I say the word, y'all n***as dyin'
I told my little brothers I love them, and my big ones too
Speak the business, to these hoes, that what a bitch gone do (Gone do)
New cash, I'm thankful for my blessings, they on you
They waitin' for a n***a waitin', thats on you

[Chorus]
I ran it up
When I left, I said "I got this"
When I hop in V, I tell my brother "Pocket" (Skrrt, skrrt)
How you lie and tryna move like you was ridin'
How you try to tell the folks that we ain't slidin'
When they ask questions, I was taught to stay silent
My head be hurtin', I'm off lean, can't hear the sirens
Put you in the latest, yeah you really my bitch
My bronem hit your block and shoot like it's a contest (Fye)