’bout it

[Intro]
It is a process
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I think, you know, it is very hard to come to the realization-
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
It was all fake, it was all fake
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)

[Chorus]
Heat stick on the engine, pull up in a wide body
She like, "Why you stumbling?" 'cause I'm high, prolly
Front line for my bruddas, bitch, I'd really die 'bout it
No, I can't trust a soul, bitch, I almost die about it
Man, I miss my bruddas, but I can't just cry about it
Lil' bro just up that switch, yeah, we finna slide 'bout it
That boy a no name, he talk shit, not worried about it
I ain't got no shame, every choice I made is valid

[Verse 1]
Posted with the team, blow a bag at Melrose
I've been sparin' up, think I hurt my elbow
Don't focus on me, it's bad for your mental
Talkin' all that shit, sent him right up to his stake
You don't know what it's like to be alone
Bitch, I had a home, but it never felt like home
Had to do it on my own, bitch, I did it on my own
Had a picture on my test, I put my pain up in my songs

[Verse 2]
Yuh, like what you claimin'?
You is not, gang, bitch, you cannot hang with
Shoutout my twin, me n' him, we on the same shit
Took two ounce of the P, and hit the same lick
I done seen my bruddas switch up, on some lame shit
I was down bad, almost OD'd, Kurt Cobain shit
Bad ass kid, mama told me, "Need'a get a grip"
First day in the field, I got checked, I hadda get a grip

[Bridge]
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)

[Chorus]
Heat stick on the engine, pull up in a wide body
She like, "Why you stumbling?" 'cause I'm high, prolly
Front line for my bruddas, bitch, I'd really die 'bout it
No, I can't trust a soul, bitch, I almost die about it
Heat stick engine, pull up in a wide body-body
She like, "Why you stumbling?" 'cause I'm high, prolly
Front line for my bruddas, bitch, I'd really die 'bout it
No, I can't trust a soul, bitch, I almost die about it