I remember days I was down I was trapped My Brodie tote a blicky get smoked off the map Get smoked off the map I need some designer Let's f*ck up some racks Let's get some racks yea I need a pack Yea shorty you're my best friend You know I'm coming from the west end I'm a stepper baby this is not pretend It's not pretend yea It's not pretend I'm just a G-Town baby its my ends I can't trust these niggas at the end Cause at the end they wanna see me dead 100k I heard they put it on my head I'm getting tired of that fake love I'm getting tired of that fake love When you talk to to me Im getting tired of the judgment when you talk to me No such thing as expungement when you talk to me I'm getting tired of that fake love I'm getting tired of that fake love When you talk to to me Im getting tired of the judgment when you talk to me No such thing as expungement when you talk to me I'm coming from the west side Off white stripes like cocaine Mike Tyson hit like propane Hit it from the back one motion She wetter than a ocean I thought felt pain when I brodie died Until I seen that cancer all in my mommas eyes Shit breaks my hearts It caught me by surprise By surprise It caught me by surprise My broski in the trap whipping' it like fried rice My broski doin' hits who want smoke with me Clip a nigga with the blick nigga That's just on sight yea It's on sight That's just on sight I'm getting tired of that fake love I'm getting tired of that fake love When you talk to to me Im getting tired of the judgment when you talk to me No such thing as expungement when you talk to me I'm getting tired of that fake love I'm getting tired of that fake love When you talk to to me I'm getting tired of the judgment when you talk to me No such thing as expungement when you talk to me