[Intro]:
What up Trae
This shit talk to you don’t it

[Chorus]:
I gotta stop talking to the dead
It’s so easy to get lost in my head
Asked the plug what it cost for the red
Was on the come up then got tossed to the feds
So many n***as got chalked for the bread
I keep having thoughts and I’m scared
I keep seeing pops in that bed
Sipping on this med
I just keep on saying to myself that I gotta stop talking to the dead

[Verse]:
Why i have to see you in that casket I need you
You just wanna see me get a basket it’s lethal
Girly keep on talking bout my past and I’m see thru
Dumping out the Fin like it’s trash when we see you
You keep saying that you run from pain n***a me too
Brody doing 10 in the can like it’s Miso
I just told her get another man he a weak dude
I ain’t never scared of nobody n***as bleed too
Like uhh
MB out his mind out his shit
Six shooter in the cavalier bron in this bitch
In the A with a Brady bunch Tom in this bitch
This a A R test feel like Ron when it switch
Lit for 42 nights pouring don on her tits
N***as asking how the fuck you so calm with this shit
Got my kids and my sisters and my moms outta flint
Mama held it down she won’t pay a dime for her rent
They like how do you survive in the wild cause I’m trench
N***as foul he couldn’t even come around when he snitch
I’m like wow blogs even put my child in the mix
Say what you want just keep Ace Miles out the shit
Aylä too if you dissing make you see Jesus
I don’t play bout my kids make a n***a hate you
Got the stars in the whip think I need a gray roof
Pull up with extended stick like a n***a play pool
What the fuck Nick put this shit on J Pay too
All my n***as in the pen know they feel that pain too
You know me better than I know myself?
What that fame do
Still the same MB I ain’t never change foo
Know some n***as with some pape and they still lame too
How the fuck you on my dick and I hit yo main boo
Leave em with a red top some my n***as bang Ru
Put my soul in this shit imma let it sang too
[Chorus]:
I gotta stop talking to the dead
It’s so easy to get lost in my head
Asked the plug what it cost for the red
Was on the come up then got tossed to the feds
So many n***as got chalked for the bread
I keep having thoughts and I’m scared
I keep seeing pops in that bed
Sipping on this med
I just keep on saying to myself that I gotta stop talking to the dead
I gotta stop talking to the dead
It’s so easy to get lost in my head
Asked the plug what it cost for the red
Was on the come up then got tossed to the feds
So many n***as got chalked for the bread
I keep having thoughts and I’m scared
I keep seeing pops in that bed
Sipping on this med
I just keep on saying to myself that I gotta stop talking to the dead