Chabrand bag on the T-max
You’re a big show-off from the hood
Feet on Earth, head on Namek
But you won’t die with it
They said things about me
He acts like a b*tch with his buddies
Then he puffs his pecs
But my bro doesn’t give a sh*t
Yeah, he just gets wasted
And when he’s too drunk
He thinks he’s a driver
We shouldn’t see each other anymore
If we don’t get along, along, along, along, along
I’ve seen some head to heaven
I think of mom, I think of dad
I hope they don’t talk bad
When we leave, leave, leave, leave, leave
We shouldn’t see each other anymore
If we don’t get along, along, along, along, along
I’ve seen some head to heaven
I think of mom, I think of dad
I hope they don’t talk bad
When we leave, leave, leave, leave, leave
All the things they be talking about
when I do isn’t equivalent the truth
All of the dirt you dey throw
I dey grow flowers, cannabis satisfies my roots
All of the half what I make
All of the mess I dey make
'cause I'm finding my way to escape
God knows I have tried with you
My singles don’t have bulletproof
I feel it deep down in my spirit
Things I wish for my siblings
Don’t know if they miss me
It puts me in my feelings
We shouldn’t see each other anymore
If we don’t get along, along, along, along, along
I’ve seen some head to heaven
I think of mom, I think of dad
I hope they don’t talk bad
When we leave, leave, leave, leave, leave, leave
We shouldn’t see each other anymore
If we don’t get along, along, along, along, along
I’ve seen some head to heaven
I think of mom, I think of dad
I hope they don’t talk bad
When we leave, leave, leave, leave, leave, leave