You make a song with no meaning
I make a song for the feeling
But yall keep on dissing and dissing
I'm faded I'm tripping (triping) lon give a fuck about them critics
I on give a fuck if you hating Free all of my brothers in prison
Free all of my n***as that's locked up (Yea)
I pour a 4 inside of my cup hey I am not feeling left out
We not feeling left out
I'm really in love with my cup yuh
I really talk to my cup (what) Iwalked out at the club
I walked out sipping mud (yuh) I only talk guapanesse
1 only walk with my bluds (yea)
I only talk to my n***as (what) 1only talk to my brothers
I only talk to my buzzins
And things be really getting to deep
In the east it's getting to deep
I don't wanna go back in the east
And they told me never forget home
And they told me nеver loose your hope
Evеrything started home
When I was still rolling with these fake hoes
Yea, yea
(Talk yo shit yung kupa, oh what)