Mookie - My Cousin Lyrics

My cousin just got buried today, I wanna slide though
Even though I'm out on bond right now, I wanna ride though
But if I go to prison, I know my mama will cry though
I'm tired, I'm just tellin' you I love you before my eyes close

The lean right in front of me, shaytan right behind it
In disguise from the f*ckin' reaper, I hope he don't find me
Forever see real in Mizzy I know he gon' ride for me
AG that's my f*ckin' brother, even though he wouldnt've died for me

You had told me that you dyin, then she got me dead scared
Then I hear that you died, then she got my face pale
For you, man, I shed some blood, I don't even bang red
Bitch, I've been hungry, but no, I never went fed

You was in the stu when i met G you told me I'm gon' blow up
Man, if you was still here, we would've turned the show up
Man, rest up, K.K., for you, pour them fo's up
Bring the rolls to Toronto, feel like Demar Derozan

I've been hallucinating off money, I've been seeing devils
Pockets filled with green, bitch, I don't chase no lettuce
Alone in that juvenile, nah, they ain't send me letters
They sit and wait on drip, bitch, I'm a trendsetter

You gotta watch your circle, like it's a f*ckin' bezel
All my brothers locked up in that cage like they f*ckin' wrestlers
You don't know what you did to me, I'm f*ckin' restless
Y'all gotta know who y'all f*ckin' with, bitch, there's f*ckin levels

I've been tryna find a way out, but I keep getting caught in the bullshit
If one more of my brothers get took, I'mma do full blitz
I'm realer than it gets, bitch, y'all boys counterfeit
She ask me why you got that money, cause it's part of the outfit

I'm tryna talk to God, but the devil keep interrupting
I don't understand why y'all always slantin' to assumptions
Sippin' out my liver, man, I feel like I'm finna die of consumption
I can barely think and this weed got me feelin' dysfunctioned

Man, I'm tired of hearing all these lies, can you tell the truth
I ain't tryna vent about my life, bitch, I hop inna booth
Whatever you say or do can't make me move
Bitch, I do this shit for the fam, I ain't got nothin' to prove

I can do anything I want, but I can't f*ckin' lose
Purple in this drink, man, I feel like my cup is bruised
Man, I hope I sell out, like a f*ckin' cruise
I can't even step in peace, even though it's a band on my shoes

Man, I wanna tell you that I love you, for God let me go
Man, I knew you was the realest, man, I knew you was no ho
You was always down to shoot for me, you my f*ckin' bro
Shit move me too fast, man, I gotta take it slow

Even though I'm convicted as a felon, bitch, I blow
Man, I'm tryna get to the bread, tryna knead this dough
Tryna forget what I'm on, so I just go and sip a four
You ain't gotta ask me for my story, man, my eyes show

Rest up, brother, Ab I know big bro's up there
You can do your drugs around me, we don't judge here
Man, it's envy in the sky, blood in the air
Man, stop questioning God, go and take a prayer

We done came so far, they can't do nothin' but stare
We done had some slow starts, but we gon' get up there
Yeezy's on my f*ckin' feet, I ain't takin' the stairs
Ain't no Ferris wheels around here, we don't play it fair

Had to leave all my old friends, told them take care
Drippin' in hermes, man, I hope she don't tell
Keep your bruddas close to you, loyalty is rare
Put your lean in the sky, we gon' toast up here