Lonely

My dawg still locked up, he still ain't get an appeal
Chapo went down for a gun, it was mine, it wasn't his
And I wish I took that charge 'cause he was facin' some years
He gon' be like forty-somethin' next time he go see his kid
And I'm fucked up about it 'cause that's my dawg
For sure, he already know that
Just take care of yo' business when you get out
So you ain't gotta go back
Made it out the hood, now I get hate every time I go back
My own brother think that I don't love him but he know that
I'll spin the block for him and throw my life away
If it's smoke, we like a fire truck, we spray 'em right away
I had love for different bitches that I don't even like today
We got glockies with extensions 'cause they don't like to fight today
They like shootin'
I give them hitters ten thousand and they act ruthless
I sit back like, "What happened?" I act clueless
Had to cut them niggas off, they opportunists
I can't give them niggas no chance so they can take me out my glory
Them niggas ain't for me
Married to the hood and they still ain't believe my story
Emails to my label, they ain't write back, they just ignored me
Thinkin' 'bout crashin'
I been fucked up in the head since I was a shorty
They can talk down all they want
But they don't know what I been through
They don't know I be down sometimes, they don't know I get sentimental
Can't go see my momma without these sticks inside this rental
They'll act like yo' friends but whole time, they be out to get you

I get lonely
I get lonely
I get lonely, I get lonely
I get lonely
I get lonely, I get lonely
Gotta watch yo' homies, they'll do it to you
Gotta watch yo' homie
Gotta watch yo' homies, they'll do it to you
Gotta watch yo' homie

Gotta watch 'em 'fore it's too late
Gotta teach my son to be a man before it's too late
Almost lost my life, and that shit made me get my head straight
Had to make decisions, had to get rid of that dead weight
My own homie said somethin' foul
'Cause I ain't like that song he dropped
I can't be fake with my dawgs, I wanna see 'em at the top
Dropped my tape with no promotion, I just had to let it rock
I'll sell for a thousand pounds before my label let me flop
Signed to a major, I feel like I'm independent, I'll admit it
I fucked up my own career, started focusin' on bitches
Jay supposed to have my back, he made me feel he didn't
Asked to see them numbers, they start actin' like they hidden
Made me feel like I was supposed to put the streets inside my business
Call Gwapo and ask him, I get love in the trenches
Ridin' by myself, it ain't no love in the trenches
Had to love myself, I can't give love to these bitches

I get lonely
I get lonely
I get lonely, I get lonely
I get lonely
I get lonely, I get lonely
Gotta watch yo' homies, they'll do it to you
Gotta watch yo' homie
Gotta watch yo' homies, they'll do it to you
Gotta watch yo' homie