[Intro]
(Kez, what up?)
Uh-uh, uh
Uh, turn one up
Ah
I'm sorry, baby, I'm done arguing (LamarcusJ all on the beats now)
Nah, I ain't got time for that
Know you seeing all these n***as dying, don't ask me why I'm strapped

[Verse]
I'm sorry, baby, I'm done arguing
Nah, I ain't got time for that
Know you seeing all these n***as dying, don't ask me why I'm strapped
I remember asking them for favors, they ain't even call me back
Now I'm havin' racks
Look how many times I could've brought it back
And I know I hurt you first, don't do it back, it ain't even call for that
They put me last, now I'm on they head just like a bald patch
Remember just being on my dick, man, it was all bad
Posted on that block and I can shoot, just call me Paul Nash
And fuck runnin' up that money, I'm tryna haul ass
You ain't gotta front on me, say the word and I'ma fall back (Yeah)
N***a you faking like they shooting shit, whole time it be all glass
This shit all facts, this shit all facts
Smiling one second, 'nother you crying, that what love do
Hit that reefer, put pride to the side, that's what drugs do
You must ain't seen Rico kill Mitch, n***a, trust who?
That n***a don't love you, he can't wait to slug you
If I start crying right now, I can make a puddle
Way too many quarterbacks, but not enough huddles
He say he real but going behind your back like a book bag
All the real shit I did, a n***a still it make you look bad
I'm good with words, I had, I used to skip Miss Cook class (All that)
Been through some shit, I ain't even gotta bring the hook back
My life a novel, I can't write it all on one page
Sorry if you say something to me and I flash you, it was the wrong day
Don't take it the wrong way, I just be thinking 'bout plays
I just want my n***a back, fuck the fame, I'll give you the stage
Long live Lil' Breil, young n***a that was just stuck in his ways
You was so young, I don't know why they had to take you away
Back and front are all the same, Lil' Dayelle was still like my lil' brothers
Last time I talked to him, he told me he was tryna just hustle
These n***as want pieces of the pie, gotta ride with a cutter
Shout out Jackie Robinson, I'm just sayin' I'ma slide for my brothers
I can't stop, gotta go harder
Neck not flooded, need some more water
Damn, n***a, you was 'posed to be here for your daughter ('Posed to be here for your daughter)
Say, even under oath, I'm still gon' lie to your honor (Your honor)