Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Uhhh Yeah I miss my dawg I hope he hear me Uh I pray to god I need some healing Uh See I don't care bout how you feel Uh I want these bands stacked to the ceiling Uh Member high school I was filling up my wallet I remember back then I was stressing I was whyling My mom said how the f*ck my son became a problem I done hit the block and went surround myself with bosses My momma pray I make it back Like if we see him its a wrap I told his girl don't get attached I got her counting up these racks They want my brothers doing time Yeah Like that can never stop our grind uh I tell her read between the lines uh They know a young nigga gon shine Yeah Bad bitch she driving a rover I book her a flight and its over Bunch of bands stuck in the sofa I don't drink Henny I'm sober Im in the field you know its real I dont sip Henny and I don't pop pills I hit a liq and she grabbing the wheel If we in the bed then we got it on film I miss my dawg I hope he hear me Uh I pray to god I need some healing Uh See I don't care bout how you feel Uh I want these bands stacked to the ceiling Uh Member high school I was filling up my wallet I remember back then I was stressing I was whyling My mom said how the f*ck my son became a problem I done hit the block and went surround myself with bosses Baby girl please don't get mad at me She fucking with me cuz she nasty Talking bout shit we did last week I don't remember don't ask me Ten bands on her ass cheeks I know that they jealous I'm happy Don't let the police harass me Don't let security pat me These niggas think that they scary I put that bitch on a berry She say my dick big Call it Larry Im just a young nigga Straight from the prairies He aint no big man he just talking a lot Phone call send a bitch to his spot He thought he was bout to get top Then he got brushed by his thot Im in TZ with some keys to a drop Had to go get me a watch Cuz the police got me on they watchlist I got my eyes on the clock I took a trip to the tropics I took his shorty she all in She just seen a nigga balling She hope her nigga never walk in I miss my dawg I hope he hear me Uh I pray to god I need some healing Uh See I don't care bout how you feel Uh I want these bands stacked to the ceiling Uh Member high school I was filling up my wallet I remember back then I was stressing I was whyling My mom said how the f*ck my son became a problem I done hit the block and went surround myself with bosses