Heartaches

[Intro]
(That's Terrificc)
I miss Lamar, I'm cryin', now you can't erase what you did
I miss Lamar, I'm cryin', now you can't erase what you did
(Red Jon)

[Chorus]
Mm, headaches, heartaches, we're never tired of spinnin'
On two, three Percs, they all 15s, I'm tryna see lil' Christian
Uh, geeked up, it's just me with a Glock in my britches
If you ain't on my type of timin', better keep your distance
Uh, don't ask, I'm doin' good
I let them label me whatever, I'm misunderstood
My brother say, "The shit you doin', these niggas with they could"
Skippin' state to state, I'm gettin' this paper, duh, I'm doin' good

[Verse 1]
Ten times out of ten, we gettin' it in
If we locked in, we brothers 'til the end, I been said fuck a friend
I gotta keep my backdoor closed, can't let no demons in
'Cause niggas swear they love you, then they cross you out up in the end
I probably went for that shit once, but I won't go again
My circle small, that's all I need, I got my three and twin
They want me down, I'm on my feet and rushin' to the win
No C-A-P, I got family to feed and I been gettin' it in

[Pre-Chorus]
I miss Lamar, I'm cryin', now you can't erase what you did
I miss Lamar, I'm cryin', now you can't erase what you did

[Chorus]
Mm, headaches, heartaches, we're never tired of spinnin'
On two, three Percs, they all 15s, I'm tryna see lil' Christian
Uh, geeked up, it's just me with a Glock in my britches
If you ain't on my type of timin', better keep your distance
Uh, don't ask, I'm doin' good
I let them label me whatever, I'm misunderstood
My brother say, "The shit you doin', these niggas with they could"
Skippin' state to state, I'm gettin' this paper, duh, I'm doin' good

[Verse 2]
Stood on that long road myself, nobody gave me shit
My mama made a millionaire, your mama made a bitch
If I come through and demonstrate just how I work the stick
I promise you won't like us, we don't spare and you can't fight no switch
I'm tryna numb up all the pain, I'm mixin' Percs with the Tris
They say it's love, but only 'round 'cause I ain't down on my dick
I learned to block these niggas out and just accept what it is
I miss Lamar, I'm cryin', now you can't erase what you did

[Pre-Chorus]
I miss Lamar, I'm cryin', now you can't erase what you did
I miss Lamar, I'm cryin', now you can't erase what you did

[Chorus]
Mm, headaches, heartaches, we're never tired of spinnin'
On two, three Percs, they all 15s, I'm tryna see lil' Christian
Uh, geeked up, it's just me with a Glock in my britches
If you ain't on my type of timin', better keep your distance
Uh, don't ask, I'm doin' good
I let them label me whatever, I'm misunderstood
My brother say, "The shit you doin', these niggas with they could"
Skippin' state to state, I'm gettin' this paper, duh, I'm doin' good

[Outro]
I miss Lamar, I'm cryin', now you can't erase what you did
I miss Lamar, I'm cryin', now you can't erase—