[Intro: Singing]
[Verse: Chuck Strangers]
I don't f** with you, but i answered when you texted
f** was you expecting, i'm just a reckless
Young black n***a needing your acceptance
I guzzle on this henny, i do it to hide scars
Do the beats like blacks, i put 'em behind bars
n***a dollas ain't the [?], like tim i learn't the harder way
Junior resting in heaven, God bless him
I pour the remmy on the ground
Blow the doja through my nostrils
With my Pro Era apostles [?] hostile, i just
Do what i gots to, god got me
Couting broccoli, eating properly
It's a new day
It's a fine line between that n***a Trey and cliché
I had fifty dollars on my n***a, release date
And still copped it
Cause we was brothers from the start, n***a f** profit
He just came with the ammunition to become a musician
Peep my gram bro, i be in the kitchen
Why you dissin', i don't
[Outro: Singing]