Hey

Escobar n**a

I wouldn't lie to you

Soul music n**a

Its 3.5 in my wood

I told my mama Ian going back to jail ma I promise

She say you learned ya lesson nah I'm tired of spending my money

My n**a ryo died that's one thing that Ian see coming

I had to cut off all my friends cause niggas folding like crunches

The only one up out the crew wit a conscious

Cause nun of us went to college

Cause we was tryna hold choppas instead of go get some knowledge

No your honor Ian do it wasn't me yeah I'm promise

Yeah I'm sorry mama crying through the glass

Cause this ain't what she seen for me

Heyyy late n**a robberies n**a don't move a thing

We was hopping out of mini vans like a soccer team

I can't make this shit up Ian never used maybelline

Niggas hating ima let dese niggas make a mockery

Unc told me to stay up in that bowl like it's pottery

Im my own friend cause I know Ian gotta lie to me

He mad his b**h let me up in her privacy heyyy huh huh

Ian in competition wit nun of you niggas

Ion believe you you ain't shooting nun of them pistols

Why you don't believe me told you Ian smoking no swisher

B**h a n**a in his bag like a sack race (Cash)

She won't get a dime if she tryna sack chase hey

Fell out with my dawg bout a hunnid fina push up and go see bout my money

Don't answer calls niggas acting real funny

It was the principal n**a Ian really need it back

You could of picked up and told me thought we was better than that

Niggas who was day1 now they starting to envy

We was all broke together barely had 20

Niggas had more than me my pockets was empty

Uou ain't got no cash dem h**s won't show you no sympathy

B**h I'm coming for everything I got

Bills due I got bills due tryna keep that rent paid swiping them BOAs

Yo b**h packing over night bags to come get away

Tomorrow I'll be dropping her right back off cause she can't stay oh no

Hard dealing with fake energy so I'm solo

How you tripping bout a b**h you broke the bro code

Told god Ian f**g broke h**s no moe

Been living life fast tryna live it slow moe

Ian in competition wit nun of you niggas

Ion believe you you ain't shooting nun of them pistols

Why you don't believe me told you Ian smoking no swisher

B**h a n**a in his bag like a sack race (Cash)

She won't get a dime if she tryna sack chase uh uhhh hey