Tris Pints

I was just
Rolling up late night thinking about all of the shit that I did
All of them times I was fucked up
Had to get up off my ass and go get on my shit
I was a young nigga smokin' mid
Pops was down the road servin' a bid
Right before that he was servin' them bricks
I grew up like him but I ain't servin no dope
I got pints of Tris, Yea
I fuck with dope dealers but Huncho road runnin' not workin' my wrist
I was a young nigga watchin' my big bro come out the store with scripts (Drank)
By the time I was 17 I was already poppin' seals
High school it was me, Yung Flexxar, Sosa, niggas too real

Skipping school, fuckin' hoes, smokin' on dope, niggas poppin' pills
I can't even lie I be missing the times when all of my niggas was here
Right before Tim had caught all them years
Then I lost 2 brothers, they was too real
If you lost niggas you know how it feel
Wish I can take it back but I can't
Damn
And baby I'm married to money, can't give you a wedding ring
And no, I ain't saving no hoe I am not a hero I don't care if you're Mary Jane
But baby, I can't cap your head insane
Lately been runnin' up money I can't complain
But I'm still hopin' n praying' for better days
Just tryna find how to get it a better way

I was just
Rolling up late night thinking about all of the shit that I did
All of them times I was fucked up
Had to get up off my ass and go get on my shit
I was a young nigga smokin' mid
Pops was down the road servin' a bid
Right before that he was servin' them bricks
I grew up like him but I ain't servin no dope
I got pints of Tris, Yea
I fuck with dope dealers but Huncho Road Runnin' not workin' my wrist
I was a young nigga watchin' my by bro come out the store with scripts (Drank)
By the time I was 17 I was already poppin' seals
High school it was me, Yung Flexxar, Sosa, niggas too real



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Writer(s): Graylen Mayberry
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