empty promises (feat. PFV)
You may be rich, but I'm happy homie, that's the difference
Ain't no bitch catch me lacking homie, that's the business
I've been feeling like the games on my back
Me against the world, I'm the champ, back to back
Nicotine and empty promises, that's what I grew up with
Bunch of ex homies doing shit I don't fuck with
Got me so stressed out feeling like I need a smoke
The smell is nostalgic that's what my mom toke
I grew up with asthma and second hand smoke
Tobacco burning holes in my dads throat
That shit almost took him out, almost gave him a stroke
I don't need a therapist, I got my phone notes
This shit is in my blood, it's in my DNA
It's the only good thing my real dad ever gave me
Calling up the plug, my life in disarray
And just like him I'ma drink my life away because
I ain't ever seen seen my nieces and nephews
Homies got money and acted like they better
I ain't ever seen my brothers and sisters
Homies act strange when they see the cheddar
You may be rich, but I'm happy homie, that's the difference
Ain't no bitch catch me lacking homie, that's the business
I've been feeling like the games on my back
Me against the world, I'm the champ, back to back
Nicotine and empty promises, that's what I grew up with
Bunch of ex homies doing shit I don't fuck with
Got me so stressed out feeling like I need a smoke
The smell is nostalgic that's what my mom toke
I'm getting rich but I'm not happy 'cause they're gone
All that coughing turned into their coffin and I'm lost
Smoke inside my lungs has turned to smoke inside my heart
Now I'm hoping I can drink myself at night into the dark
But I know that the life I'm living is the life I needed, it's a change
And I know that the life I wanted is the life I never got to chase (that's real)
But now instead of falling into pieces
I've been falling into comfort and I'm safe (I'll be okay)
You may be rich, but I'm happy homie, that's the difference
Ain't no bitch catch me lacking homie, that's the business
I've been feeling like the games on my back
Me against the world, I'm the champ, back to back
Nicotine and empty promises, that's what I grew up with
Bunch of ex homies doing shit I don't fuck with
Got me so stressed out feeling like I need a smoke
The smell is nostalgic that's what my mom toke
Ain't no bitch catch me lacking homie, that's the business
I've been feeling like the games on my back
Me against the world, I'm the champ, back to back
Nicotine and empty promises, that's what I grew up with
Bunch of ex homies doing shit I don't fuck with
Got me so stressed out feeling like I need a smoke
The smell is nostalgic that's what my mom toke
I grew up with asthma and second hand smoke
Tobacco burning holes in my dads throat
That shit almost took him out, almost gave him a stroke
I don't need a therapist, I got my phone notes
This shit is in my blood, it's in my DNA
It's the only good thing my real dad ever gave me
Calling up the plug, my life in disarray
And just like him I'ma drink my life away because
I ain't ever seen seen my nieces and nephews
Homies got money and acted like they better
I ain't ever seen my brothers and sisters
Homies act strange when they see the cheddar
You may be rich, but I'm happy homie, that's the difference
Ain't no bitch catch me lacking homie, that's the business
I've been feeling like the games on my back
Me against the world, I'm the champ, back to back
Nicotine and empty promises, that's what I grew up with
Bunch of ex homies doing shit I don't fuck with
Got me so stressed out feeling like I need a smoke
The smell is nostalgic that's what my mom toke
I'm getting rich but I'm not happy 'cause they're gone
All that coughing turned into their coffin and I'm lost
Smoke inside my lungs has turned to smoke inside my heart
Now I'm hoping I can drink myself at night into the dark
But I know that the life I'm living is the life I needed, it's a change
And I know that the life I wanted is the life I never got to chase (that's real)
But now instead of falling into pieces
I've been falling into comfort and I'm safe (I'll be okay)
You may be rich, but I'm happy homie, that's the difference
Ain't no bitch catch me lacking homie, that's the business
I've been feeling like the games on my back
Me against the world, I'm the champ, back to back
Nicotine and empty promises, that's what I grew up with
Bunch of ex homies doing shit I don't fuck with
Got me so stressed out feeling like I need a smoke
The smell is nostalgic that's what my mom toke
Credits
Writer(s): Matt Gisbrecht
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