Answer the Phone
My brother died and left me heartless
Since then I've been on my own
Feel like I shot up in my stomach
When I got that call, you ain't make it home
Drugs the only thing that keep me in this world
I'm all alone
So the niggas that killed my brother
When I kill one of y'all, y'all gon' say I'm wrong
Ain't no need to wear no vests
Cause when we shoot, hit him in his dome
My mama telling me go to therapy
For my pain inside these zones
It been the same since I was a kid
But now it's different cause I'm grown
I've been trying to hit your line
But when I call, you don't answer the phone
And it's got like why me
It got me feeling like I'm cursed
It ain't about who get it first
It's really about who did it worst
Y'all tell my brother I won't stop sliding
Until y'all end up on his shirt
When I kill him, it ain't gon' be no witness
Put his ass in the dirt
Tell the truth, who did it first
Nowadays all these bitches
Fuckin' they fuckin' for a purse
Waited for a minute
Everybody telling me I'm next
Niggas held on, gotta flex
Stripes up in this shit, I swear to God
I feel just like the ref
Now they hear him, thought they was deaf
Tryna save from me, I'ma make a mess
They keep saying that this shit get better
This shit ain't get no better
I've been trying to clear my mind
This ain't no song, bitch, it's a letter
I had one to know you by my side
But it don't even matter
My brother died and left me heartless
Since then, I've been on my own
Feel like I shot up in my stomach
When I got that call, you ain't make it home
Drugs the only thing that keep me in this world
I'm all alone
To the niggas, they kill my brother
When I kill one of y'all, y'all gon' say I'm wrong
Ain't no need to wear no vest
Cause when we shoot, hit him in his dome
My mama telling me go to therapy
For my pain inside these zones
It been the same since I was a kid
But now it's different cause I'm grown
I've been trying to hit your line
But when I call, you don't answer the phone
Since then I've been on my own
Feel like I shot up in my stomach
When I got that call, you ain't make it home
Drugs the only thing that keep me in this world
I'm all alone
So the niggas that killed my brother
When I kill one of y'all, y'all gon' say I'm wrong
Ain't no need to wear no vests
Cause when we shoot, hit him in his dome
My mama telling me go to therapy
For my pain inside these zones
It been the same since I was a kid
But now it's different cause I'm grown
I've been trying to hit your line
But when I call, you don't answer the phone
And it's got like why me
It got me feeling like I'm cursed
It ain't about who get it first
It's really about who did it worst
Y'all tell my brother I won't stop sliding
Until y'all end up on his shirt
When I kill him, it ain't gon' be no witness
Put his ass in the dirt
Tell the truth, who did it first
Nowadays all these bitches
Fuckin' they fuckin' for a purse
Waited for a minute
Everybody telling me I'm next
Niggas held on, gotta flex
Stripes up in this shit, I swear to God
I feel just like the ref
Now they hear him, thought they was deaf
Tryna save from me, I'ma make a mess
They keep saying that this shit get better
This shit ain't get no better
I've been trying to clear my mind
This ain't no song, bitch, it's a letter
I had one to know you by my side
But it don't even matter
My brother died and left me heartless
Since then, I've been on my own
Feel like I shot up in my stomach
When I got that call, you ain't make it home
Drugs the only thing that keep me in this world
I'm all alone
To the niggas, they kill my brother
When I kill one of y'all, y'all gon' say I'm wrong
Ain't no need to wear no vest
Cause when we shoot, hit him in his dome
My mama telling me go to therapy
For my pain inside these zones
It been the same since I was a kid
But now it's different cause I'm grown
I've been trying to hit your line
But when I call, you don't answer the phone
Credits
Writer(s): Lil Kota
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