Endless Cups

Made men raised me no straps on film I don't need no band aids I ain't cut like them In the middle of the trenches, send ??? seals You send em through the post office, the feds on your trail Throwing money at a stripper, knocking off stress I'm rockstar faded but I don't cross dress My nigga died doing a robbery, they sent shots through his chest They hung up his jersey like Mitchell & Ness How you tryin' to profit? It's four niggas on a bag Going out sad, he spinned and dropped the mag I can't call no ‘nother man my dad that ain't my dad They paralyzed a member, so we spin on his behalf Brother told me, thought cause he was with his kids he'll get a pass Cuff a hoe you took from another nigga, that's how you get embarrassed I wish that someone could love me like I do Erica Talking to bruh on a jail phone, we keep it brief She tryna buck on abortion, think she gonna trap a nigga I'm tryna keep it mellow like Kyan Anthony Double R pusher, I never measure tris' up Fuckin' different hookers, I'd never ever kiss one He dropped out, trapping, could've got his bachelors Posted in the trenches, fentanyl trafficker They thought you was finished, but you made it you immaculate I'm so far turnt up Mix opioids with codeine, if I run out of quay lean it's back to yellow tus One of the bros converted to muslim But that's strange, he ain't religious, I gotta holla at bro Shot up his car tryna meet a bitch, ‘cause he was thinking wit' his dick And that's how you get backdoor'd Lean came from ???, millionaire status You sipping purple Qualitest, you stained the cup the fastest Make sure you pay your taxes, I'm roommates wit' zombies Gotta see his paperwork ‘fore I get his attorney ‘Fore the school get his release date, I won't be right there to pick you up , pick you up If they stop making quay then it's right back to yellow tus, to yellow tus I cut my day one off and I thought it'd be hard to deal with Lil' bro was a fuck nigga but sometimes he did some real shit I seen my nigga turn to a hoe now he wearing unisex Like you know these hoes just look at us like opportunities I be hydro-codiene dreaming I need something to mix the lean in She seen my earrings, made her choose up When you buy a chain, you tag the jeweler I make percocet music I make different visions through my laundry They just sent my twin to the hole, they keep roping him He wishing he could destroy lonely like opium Homie taking the same drugs, Lamar Odom nem You had left your mans on a drill and they fucked over him It's too many hoes on the gram to follow my brother bitch I feel like my bro really told ‘cause he got defensive All them nights up in the trap, distributing You washed up career dead, Whitney Houston Can't be fucked wit', new cash money I'm so far turnt up Mix opioids with codeine, if I run out of quay lean it's back to yellow tus