[intro]
You know, man, we been here before, you know that
Shit like home to me, nigga
Hm
Huh
[verse]
I'm thinking should i write my will (huh?)
It ain't hard for me to tell, what's hard for you to recognize what's real (what the fuck)
He ain't know it was fentanyl when he popped that pill (he didn't know it)
I told his ass to relax but he had days we almost bailed
His cap way all the way back in the cadillac deville (skrrt)
Nigga overdosed, but he came back alive, he got scales (that boy good)
I used to thrash hoes, not for the lust, but for the thrill (what?)
And then i passed the [?] after she flushed all of my kids (ooh)
But back to the story, the moral of it, he was on the edge (on the edge)
Before i made my approach, i thought lightly that i should tread (ooh)
If he knew i had a plan, he'd try and fight me in his [?]
Nigga a dead man, schizophrenic, it's frightening and i care
I think the nigga had tough experiences when he went to jail
'cause when he came out, he was a different person, i couldn't tell
Like if it came down to it, i couldn't take the nigga anywhere (the fuck)
Started doing the lord better, acting normal, i shed a tear, uh (i'm proud of you)
Half a year later, nigga start actin' a lil' weird
I'm talkin' xanax, percocets, shit was hard to comprehend
You a grown man, i got my own vices i gotta deal
Start dropping lord gems, i think they was goin' over his head
Like, you know the rules, you gon' fall to sleep if you make that bed
Shit comfortable, but fightin' demons, i ain't ever have an accomplishment
Nigga hit the j, he pass it to me, answered his phone
Like, "i gotta holler at you later, it's some crazy shit going on"
Huh, wasn't my business, still to this day i don't know it
All i know is if he needed me, he'd let me know 'cause that's the homie (siu)
Sometimes his mind fucked up, i gotta question if he know me (you know me?)
Shit different now, i know drugs be the influence, huh
But this one night, we came back from the club brewing (oh)
He go his way, i go my way, the shit normal (it's normal to us)
He got a ho, i got two hoes, you know how i do it (lordy)
Until i got a call, like, four in the morning (what the fuck?)
She talkin' 'bout "he ain't breathing, he ain't moving"
Well, call 911, what the fuck is you doing?
Huh, shit was like a scene outta a movie (oh)
I was relaxing like scarface with a cigar in the jacuzzi (ooh)
Almost drowned myself in the bitch, but my pride won't let me do it, shit, ooh (fuck)
Yeah, popped the wrong batch, you gotta know when this shit the truth, but
Really from the start, i wouldn't recommend for you to do (nah)
Gave him the bod 'cause i knew the shit that he been through
At the same time, this my man, i know the shit he gon' get through
But he lookin' at the drugs like, "this shit gon' get me through" (i need it)
I know i come off aggressive, and this shit gon' get me loose
On a side note, you niggas get off my dick and send me proof (get off my dick, what)
Of a nigga that fuckin' with me and i'll divy up the two
And if you lie, don't lie, 'cause that'll gritty up my mood
That [short man complex syndrome'll really up the twos]