[Intro]
Huh 2 r’s
Free da gang rip my uncle
Shoutout everybody rockin wit me
Huh huh huh

[Verse]
Look I put my trust in you
And you let me down
You on papers and then when you go there was a gun around
You supposed to be a father
How’s that making your kids proud
Lil n***a you real wild but at least you growning up
Always talkin that gang gang shit, n***a
Now what set you throwin up
Or what I mean what you throwin down?
What you mad 'cause your pops wasn't around?
It wasn’t his motherfuckin' fault his drinkin ass didn’t put the liquor bottle down
It wasn’t his motherfuckin' fault that your clothes you wore
Growin' up were probably hand-me-downs
Lil n***a that’s yo fault fucked up with all the bullshit you bought
Take an L that’s yo loss
You can’t get nothing else, nail Jesus to a cross
I seen you do some reckless shit with out remorse
You think it’s cool 'cause you jumped of the porch
I think it’s cool if you buy yourself a house
Or better yet, n***a, buy your momma house
I see you steady putting woods in your mouth
You even went and got another roadie now?
On truth, better cut that shit out
On my dead uncle, I ain't with the bullshit
That man gonna die for you
And, if you ask me, n***a, you still ain't no shit
I remember you was locked up in the bullpen
Praying hard to Go about how hard you want to win
I remember that you also told 'em that if they let you out right now
You'd try your best not to sin
So, what the fuck you doin' with that 50-shot
Runnin' 'round talkin' 'bout you don't need a friend
You must wanna get locked up again
You must wanna put the shit to an end
What the fuck is the point of makin' money
If you ain't gonna be here to see that shit far spent
What's the point of tryna make it out the hood
If you gon' let the n***as in the hood bring you right in again?
You must be poppin' them pills again
You done with your ass doing drills again
Can you do a million views on many men
Man all type of money that's comin' in
Ain’t you downtown, smoking with a view, what, you uncomfortable?
Your ass wanna be collecting stunts again
I know you don't wanna be a fuckin' bum again
I know you don't wanna go to jail for a gun again
Nighttime outside with the wolves howlin' at the moon
I know you wanna see the fuckin' Sun again
'Cause your life's on the line every motherfuckin' time
I know you wanna see your daughter and your son again

[Outro]
Huh, for real
Hmmm
Actually, it's that one shit, you know
Nah
It's notes to myself
You know, sometimes you gotta motherfuckin' talk to yourself
[?], I can't talk
For me, to me, [?]
[?], but I gotta do better
Do better
This is a message to myself to do better
Do better
[?]