Tell Your Friends You Love Them (Bonus) [feat. kriz & tiko raspy]
Drink been swishing around in my cup
Bow tie playa
The dope is in my tux
Full time baby
Gimme the deluxe
Vogues on 'cedes the slime green on my truck
Yeah
The Jazz is back like Cartier
Tiffs for my bitch with her Gucci frames but
She don't like brands
She don't really dance
Do it for the fans
Never pop a Xans
Me I'm off a bean
Rolling in my rockstar skinny jeans movie make belief
I'm conesuire of good weed, pussy
Whatever in my drink
I make em think
No I don't
I just pop shit like wow where you go
I don't really know cause when I rap it's off the dome
All I know is ima need Cadillac on chromes
Couple bones in my closet and they running outta room
It's a slow day
Woah woah
I got my slides on and I'm in the house
Tiko cupboard got a couple ounce
Blowing loud and now I'm going out
Ridin Rodeo
Ayo
Life is my Play-Doh
Lay low
Put the seat back on the highway cruise
Turn up that track till the night sky's blue
If I gotta wake up
Fuck
Never wanna think about when I wake up
When I sink, in the pink, we gone raise these bucks
Oh dear
Giannis in the 4th
Harden then I morph
Life is my court
And I paint that shit purple
Hurtful words don't hurt my purse full
Comin full circle
Keepin my work full
Socially distanced from that nonsense
Promise my feet hurt more than my pockets
Thats why tiko earn them commas
Why tiko earn them commas
Brought the band, network
Feelin no pressure
Feelin no lesser
This my re-birth, I see free bird
I might have to go and re-word this shit
Oh well
My jeans go well
With this jacket
You can't have it
I'm off this track
Bitch
Whoa
Kill the mood and I know it
Kill the mood and I
Kill the mood and I know it
I'm sorry
My soul hurts, I'm being honest
Salt stains on jacket pockets
Everyday's just another loss, it's
Got me thinking bout what the cost is
What we losing, why we do this
Business savvy, acting clueless
Disconnected, feeling foolish
Pray my mentors, getting through this
Mentally lately in pure distress
Forcing a smile, yea I'm in my best
Staying strong, only for the rest
Head held high, my hurt repressed
Promised my OG I won't regress
Keep shit pushing, imma see you next
Hate this shit, might leave, east, west
Anywhere gone, I'mma bring regrets
Losing my love to the vision
Getting distant in my mission
All of my friends in division
Going through a lot, just listen, wait
Homie in the hospital
Holding my breath
I pray that he wakes
And I pray for his steps
And I pray for his wife
And I pray for his boy
And I pray for his life
And I pray for the joy
That I once had coming back
Feeling like fuck rap
Don't know what I got left
Trust me, I know I'm depressed
Everything about me distressed
From the jeans to the heart on my chest
And I
Yeah
Ah, fuck
I Shoulda picked up my phone
Fuck rap shit, tell me bout your life
How you doing, what you feel,
How's your boy, tell me how's your wife
But the times gone, and it's understood
Wanna flip the script, and I wish I could
Want a resurrection, need Hollywood
Your wedding I no showed
It's hurting me deeply
These thoughts I encounter
Defeating me weekly
I hopped the in the car and
I popped in your CD
I drove to the studio
Better believe me
I walked in the room and
I dampened the mood
As of this week I been
Spit up and chewed
I dapped up the homies
They talked bout you
And it's hurting me deeper
The shit that we do
Yeah
I need a fucking hug
Bow tie playa
The dope is in my tux
Full time baby
Gimme the deluxe
Vogues on 'cedes the slime green on my truck
Yeah
The Jazz is back like Cartier
Tiffs for my bitch with her Gucci frames but
She don't like brands
She don't really dance
Do it for the fans
Never pop a Xans
Me I'm off a bean
Rolling in my rockstar skinny jeans movie make belief
I'm conesuire of good weed, pussy
Whatever in my drink
I make em think
No I don't
I just pop shit like wow where you go
I don't really know cause when I rap it's off the dome
All I know is ima need Cadillac on chromes
Couple bones in my closet and they running outta room
It's a slow day
Woah woah
I got my slides on and I'm in the house
Tiko cupboard got a couple ounce
Blowing loud and now I'm going out
Ridin Rodeo
Ayo
Life is my Play-Doh
Lay low
Put the seat back on the highway cruise
Turn up that track till the night sky's blue
If I gotta wake up
Fuck
Never wanna think about when I wake up
When I sink, in the pink, we gone raise these bucks
Oh dear
Giannis in the 4th
Harden then I morph
Life is my court
And I paint that shit purple
Hurtful words don't hurt my purse full
Comin full circle
Keepin my work full
Socially distanced from that nonsense
Promise my feet hurt more than my pockets
Thats why tiko earn them commas
Why tiko earn them commas
Brought the band, network
Feelin no pressure
Feelin no lesser
This my re-birth, I see free bird
I might have to go and re-word this shit
Oh well
My jeans go well
With this jacket
You can't have it
I'm off this track
Bitch
Whoa
Kill the mood and I know it
Kill the mood and I
Kill the mood and I know it
I'm sorry
My soul hurts, I'm being honest
Salt stains on jacket pockets
Everyday's just another loss, it's
Got me thinking bout what the cost is
What we losing, why we do this
Business savvy, acting clueless
Disconnected, feeling foolish
Pray my mentors, getting through this
Mentally lately in pure distress
Forcing a smile, yea I'm in my best
Staying strong, only for the rest
Head held high, my hurt repressed
Promised my OG I won't regress
Keep shit pushing, imma see you next
Hate this shit, might leave, east, west
Anywhere gone, I'mma bring regrets
Losing my love to the vision
Getting distant in my mission
All of my friends in division
Going through a lot, just listen, wait
Homie in the hospital
Holding my breath
I pray that he wakes
And I pray for his steps
And I pray for his wife
And I pray for his boy
And I pray for his life
And I pray for the joy
That I once had coming back
Feeling like fuck rap
Don't know what I got left
Trust me, I know I'm depressed
Everything about me distressed
From the jeans to the heart on my chest
And I
Yeah
Ah, fuck
I Shoulda picked up my phone
Fuck rap shit, tell me bout your life
How you doing, what you feel,
How's your boy, tell me how's your wife
But the times gone, and it's understood
Wanna flip the script, and I wish I could
Want a resurrection, need Hollywood
Your wedding I no showed
It's hurting me deeply
These thoughts I encounter
Defeating me weekly
I hopped the in the car and
I popped in your CD
I drove to the studio
Better believe me
I walked in the room and
I dampened the mood
As of this week I been
Spit up and chewed
I dapped up the homies
They talked bout you
And it's hurting me deeper
The shit that we do
Yeah
I need a fucking hug
Credits
Writer(s): Daryl Attrill
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