Checking Out

Yeah

Yeah

2:05 and I'm checking out

26 wearing hand me downs

Want the six claiming family now
Two rocky, it's all poppin in the 702
I got some niggas that show love, then go hating on you
Damn

Shit be wearing me down

Like Why tf they ain't releasing my dude
And niggas in coops, don't understand the world I'm coming from
It's not you

Hoping Jay could live to see 22
He might get shot while in school
I think of that and wonder what I could do
There's nothing holding me back
But the wisdom and the people I choose
The give advice but never in the shoes I want it from
Damn

People leaching like I owe em sum

And I don't owe them none

I think they owe me one

Times is gruesome, better hold you some
And know I'm not the one

Yeah

Mhm
Yeah
I love you momma

I'm getting older and I'm used to that
They getting bolder and I'm used to that
They growing smarter, I'm not new to that
Check the tenure, I've been true to me
Check the weather, Vegas getting hot, whenever I drop,
It's back to back
Whatever's cool with you, I swear I don't mind
They nevermind their own business, Til, I'm successful in mine
My nigga's did time, They out here forreal
They know it's love, In hopes in times we can heal
And If I'm keeping real, yeah

I see these nigga's that don't fuck with you
I hang with them and buy em drinks and now they shooting you
I told ya momma, "He was good to you" and Now, I'm good to her
Swear it's RIP, Chiling six feet deep
Leave them parents out the struggle, "Byrd"
Never knew this pain, I swear it hurts
My momma gone forever
20 years later
I'm probably gone too

Wish for now, Hope for better, swear I'm holding out
I wanted more too
Grammy win awards and make up speeches then
Buy my mom a benz and then a house with 10
Bathrooms if she need it
People there to clean it
See ya on the weekend
Character in question
Momma passed in reverenced
So, I reckon
In LA not checking in
In hopes I die and rest again

In hopes I rise and rest again
In times I try and check with him
But he don't check on me
Wondering If I'm just steady lost or just missing me
But god is good, Atleast that someone is
I guess there less of me
Yeah

I guess there's less of me

Damn

I love you momma



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Writer(s): Malik Devon
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