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[Verse 1]
Vibe music, always been a vibe to it
God left so much on my plate
But I'm gon strive through it
Red lights, ima ride through it
Homicides, I'm disguised to it
Survivors guilt, I got a lot
I roll enough to cope with some of the stressors that I got
It's hard to let go when me and you been through a lot
I couldn't grow, I felt alone
I need to stop
That's just some of the shit I do
This city has a way of changing n***as
Each neighborhood's a zoo
You want the real, I'll tell it
You want a deal, I'll sell it
Family shit going on
Bunch of murders back home
Across the country, it's still sirens roaring all day long
How you gon justify what's right for me
Yo path been wrong
Hustle like it's an art
Getaway to the Met Gala
Spend Fridays in Franklinton
Topped with Caesar salad
[Hook]
If you seen what I've seen
You'll know the cost of being damaged
Being raised by one parent
Not really tied in with ya family
So we smoke, talk, sip a little sumn
So we smoke, talk, sip a little sumn
If you feel what I feel
You'll know it hard being young
Being scarred by love
Feels better being numb
We just smoke, talk, sip a little sumn
We just smoke, talk, sip a little sumn
[Verse 2]
If I had a dollar for every time
Somebody said they'll be there
I'll be outside, Benz truck
Right in front of Bel Air
When you see me
Peep the Kush cloud that filters the air
I naturally don't give a fuck
Most times I genuinely care
Young fly ****, he been reaching his potential
Healthy lifestyle, self care is essential
Don't ask about my hustle
I can't say it's confidential
I make for music for the lost souls
Mom I'm influential
I make music for the broken
I make music for the kids that's having rough times coping
Think I use weed to get through pain that y'all don't notice
Them nights was cold
God loved, hugged and clothed him
[Hook]
If you seen what I've seen
You'll know the cost of being damaged
Being raised by one parent
Not really tied in with ya family
So we smoke, talk, sip a little sumn
So we smoke, talk, sip a little sumn
If you feel what I feel
You'll know it hard being young
Being scarred by love
Feels better being numb
We just smoke, talk, sip a little sumn
We just smoke, talk, sip a little sumn