I sat down by his gravestone, thought about it, thought about it
Sorry pops I can't meet you yet, too many roots down the flower garden
I was only six when the earth was parted, for you to take your place in heaven
Tell your mom I miss her too, and grandma Lily, and uncle Terrence
So when my eyes close in this booth, and my sweat breakin' like news
Just hope I'm lookin' great from y'all view, and hope y'all sharing views with Jesus
Dont need no gang, I got myself, cuz y'all been had my caboose
And all my fake friends got cut loose, we can have peace or war but no truce
If you ain't 600 or G-O-A you D-O-A on the lunch menu
I'm a king like Sacramento, not a trustee cuz I don't trust people
Lately I been feelin' like f*ck people, I don't need em
So out I weed em been holding me back from chasing paper bitch, I want freedom
Done loss a couple racks but Ian stressin foo
They gon' bring you down if you let em' fall
Gave too many f*cks, that was a lesson too
Wonder why when I need you most, I'm never next to you
Wonder why when I need you most, I'm never next to you
They gon' bring you down if you let em' fall
They gave too many f*cks, that was a lesson too
They gave too many f*cks, that was a lesson too
They gon' bring you down if you let em' fall
Wonder why when I need you most, I'm never next to you