Gucci Peacoat
Lately, I been in my feelings like
A hoe I ain't been really havin' hope
'Cause I've been missin' my bro
I was at the polls in a Gucci Peacoat tryna
Tell all y'all bitch ass niggas, "Come vote"
Damn bruh, you weren't the only one who felt alone
I been feelin' lonely too, I probably say it every song
Lookin' at my nieces, broke me down to pieces
Cryin' at the hospital, askin' Why you leave us?
Lookin' at my nephew and he think his daddy breathin'
But his daddy took his life and we can't get it back
Damn nigga
Before I let you do that, l would've killed a hundred niggas
Where the fuck them hundred niggas at?
And you the reason that your baby brother cutthroat
You the reason baby brother love gun smoke
I was playin' with your guns in the closet
Would've had a bullet it, probably would've popped it
We grew up 'round drugs, sex, poverty and violence
Wasn't hard to tell in high school you caught a body
'Cause when you walked in, I say the way you looked at mommy
I saw everything, nigga, I'm your baby brother, nigga
Yeah, when you walked in, seen that look in your eyes
You told me that you got some demons
Told me back then that you weren't scared to die
You told me you already seen it
I was ten years old, nigga (From the moment I was ten)
You and Ri was tryna make me be a good boy
I was tryna be my big bro, nigga (I was tryna be my big bro)
I was born in this shit, they had the hood so
Ain't nobody touch me 'cause they know, nigga (Know)
Couldn't talk shit
All that stupid ass shit But I was
Busy talkin' niggas into voting, nigga
Man, fuck the president, long live G, nigga
Lately I been in my feelings like a hoe
I ain't been really havin' hope
'Cause I been missin' my bro
I was at the polls in a Gucci Peacoat Tryna
Tell all y'all bitch ass niggas, "Come vote"
Damn bruh, you aren't the only one who felt alone
I been feelin' lonely too, I probably say it every song
Lookin' at my nieces, broke me down to pieces
Cryin' at the hospital, askin' "Why you leave us?"
Man bro, I was just calling to tell you thank you, uh
I ain't never seen you in the position that you in today
As a grown-ass man, as an individual
As you just being who you are
I ain't know better than you
But what you've given me the opportunity just to be able to live
Enjoy life, be happy, do what I'm passionate about
Although I know it's really derived from God
You know what I'm sayin'?
Like bro, thank you very fuckin' much
I love you my nigga, I swear to God (Love you too, bro)
Iike, I don't know how much more I can say that
I don't know how much more I can say that (Love you too)
You know I've made my mistakes
But for the opportunity that I have in front of me right now
Bro, I thank you man
Like for real, for real
I thank you John, thank you (You're welcome, bro)
Momma, don't cry, your first born is at peace
Ain't no more shakin' all night in his sleep he free
I love you nigga
We miss you nigga
Mama, don't cry, your first born is at peace
Ain't no more shakin' all night in the sleep he free
Lately, I've been in my feelings like a hoe
I ain't been really havin' hope
'Cause I've been missin' my bro
I was at the polls in a Gucci Peacoat Tryna
Tell all y'all bitch-ass niggas, "Come vote"
Damn bruh, you weren't the only one who felt alone
I been feelin' lonely too, I probably say it every song
Lookin' at my nieces, broke me down to pieces
Cryin' at the hospital, askin' "Why you leave us?
A hoe I ain't been really havin' hope
'Cause I've been missin' my bro
I was at the polls in a Gucci Peacoat tryna
Tell all y'all bitch ass niggas, "Come vote"
Damn bruh, you weren't the only one who felt alone
I been feelin' lonely too, I probably say it every song
Lookin' at my nieces, broke me down to pieces
Cryin' at the hospital, askin' Why you leave us?
Lookin' at my nephew and he think his daddy breathin'
But his daddy took his life and we can't get it back
Damn nigga
Before I let you do that, l would've killed a hundred niggas
Where the fuck them hundred niggas at?
And you the reason that your baby brother cutthroat
You the reason baby brother love gun smoke
I was playin' with your guns in the closet
Would've had a bullet it, probably would've popped it
We grew up 'round drugs, sex, poverty and violence
Wasn't hard to tell in high school you caught a body
'Cause when you walked in, I say the way you looked at mommy
I saw everything, nigga, I'm your baby brother, nigga
Yeah, when you walked in, seen that look in your eyes
You told me that you got some demons
Told me back then that you weren't scared to die
You told me you already seen it
I was ten years old, nigga (From the moment I was ten)
You and Ri was tryna make me be a good boy
I was tryna be my big bro, nigga (I was tryna be my big bro)
I was born in this shit, they had the hood so
Ain't nobody touch me 'cause they know, nigga (Know)
Couldn't talk shit
All that stupid ass shit But I was
Busy talkin' niggas into voting, nigga
Man, fuck the president, long live G, nigga
Lately I been in my feelings like a hoe
I ain't been really havin' hope
'Cause I been missin' my bro
I was at the polls in a Gucci Peacoat Tryna
Tell all y'all bitch ass niggas, "Come vote"
Damn bruh, you aren't the only one who felt alone
I been feelin' lonely too, I probably say it every song
Lookin' at my nieces, broke me down to pieces
Cryin' at the hospital, askin' "Why you leave us?"
Man bro, I was just calling to tell you thank you, uh
I ain't never seen you in the position that you in today
As a grown-ass man, as an individual
As you just being who you are
I ain't know better than you
But what you've given me the opportunity just to be able to live
Enjoy life, be happy, do what I'm passionate about
Although I know it's really derived from God
You know what I'm sayin'?
Like bro, thank you very fuckin' much
I love you my nigga, I swear to God (Love you too, bro)
Iike, I don't know how much more I can say that
I don't know how much more I can say that (Love you too)
You know I've made my mistakes
But for the opportunity that I have in front of me right now
Bro, I thank you man
Like for real, for real
I thank you John, thank you (You're welcome, bro)
Momma, don't cry, your first born is at peace
Ain't no more shakin' all night in his sleep he free
I love you nigga
We miss you nigga
Mama, don't cry, your first born is at peace
Ain't no more shakin' all night in the sleep he free
Lately, I've been in my feelings like a hoe
I ain't been really havin' hope
'Cause I've been missin' my bro
I was at the polls in a Gucci Peacoat Tryna
Tell all y'all bitch-ass niggas, "Come vote"
Damn bruh, you weren't the only one who felt alone
I been feelin' lonely too, I probably say it every song
Lookin' at my nieces, broke me down to pieces
Cryin' at the hospital, askin' "Why you leave us?
Credits
Writer(s): Clayton Daquan Penrose-whitmore, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, De Juane Malachi Dunwood
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