Ah, look
Couple mistakes, couple of setbacks
Go to sleep with my strap
That sh** jet black
I keep drinkin'
My liver is gettin' mad heavy
f** a man in the mirror
n***a, I'm not happy
*Na-a-ah*
Hair nappin'
Same clothes, old sneakers
Visions of d**h
Where's the grim reaper?
The b**h left
sh** stress
She a damn cheater
Never eager
Mah life ain't leave it to beaver
It was
Just a wire and mixtape with a Connor
It was
All alone in my room with Coronas
It was
Biggie ready to die on the speakers
It was
Suicidal thoughts help you get weaker
It was
Percocets and a couple of xanax
It was
No p**y, just a love of mah hands
It was
No friends, no love of your men
'Cuz they all turned on you for a couple of grams
Motherf**er
[Hook]
The street poems
Tell these stories on their own
Paint my pain on microphones
'Till they bleed through your headphones
Can't change memories
We forced to accept
Live my life form
No apologetically
No regrets
f** that b**h
Homie, no regrets
Fake friends turn enemies
Homie, no regrets
f** haters trynna k** me
I ain't dead yet
It all on sight
k** 'em all
No regrets...