(Everything for Notti)
(Grah, Grah)


I'm tired of this hatred yeah these n***as talk behind my back but when we in person you know that they not gon say shit

I'm a young lil n***a mike Amiri you know I got like 8 pistoles (Real shit)(Grah) I witched my lane I was really broke and bummy I ain't have a name
Sippin' on the lean, light a blunt Thinkin' bout my homies in the felid yeah we lost (Grah, Grah Boom)
(Ayo, Notti yeah I miss you) (Ayo Dotty yeah I miss you)

I remember days smoking blunts talking bout how we gon be some superstars But I talk about the pain even when I'm in the rain shit really drive me crazy, Miss my n***as in the grave (Grah Grah) But we gon be rich Make it out the hood we have never seen this Baby girl asking "Why you heartless" She got mad when I told her I'm a artist Because I don't need ya
Talking on my dead you wanna meet em I done sip that cup till it was done Go to sleep and I woke up like it was nun

(Grah,Grah,Grah,Grah)
(Grah,Grah,Grah,Grah)