Damn bro I really miss the fam, I hear from them and see their face through a fuckin screen but I wanna hold their hand, I held strong for so long but I’m starting to buckle, I work hard for what I earn that’s why I started the hustle, Show the pride with my name caved in my buckle, I’ve been humbled, toughened, and starved in this dust whole, But I’ll be back, I’ll be back, One of these days I’ll find the fucking tracks, Don’t hate cuz the betrayal is whack, Stay in your lane I’m passing by fast from last place in the back, I jumped to the top like a surprise attack, I’ll bring my blood together I promise, I haven’t been able to provide but I’m trying my hardest, My brothers laugh brings me light when I strive in the darkest, I’m bad at good byes that’s why my heart aches, Mikey would call me and talk but he can’t see my face, It’s been months now, no single In this fucking place, Call connected, I’m in heaven again, Even tho al he did was remind me that I stole is car game, When things get bad I tell him to look at the stars man, Each ones a trophy you can hold In your hand, Ik it’s rough I fuckin love you dude, If I could I’d drive right to you, You could sleepover forever at your big bubbas house, But listen lil homie remember no girls allowed, Ik I’m far away right now but it’s for the best, Imma buy me a house for the fam to lay their head, I wanna talk but no one will listen I’ve walked the walked my feet have been blistered thoughts go on and on I’m trying to list them I’m not on the ball there’s a lot that I’m missin I’m not gone at all just a ghost translucent walk-in through walls I’m used to it starting to stall I’m lost like where’s the blue print, Do they want a hit song or genuine music, trash playing all day long that’s why I mute it, I speak from the heart and they talk out their ass, I’m just gonna spark and drift away wit the gas, stay in my head you don’t even wanna ask, they dont care bout how it used to be, whether it’s fair or not I won’t be famously transcending, more like a lame dude on his last leg begging, tryna help the fam and get my checkin, people come and go that’s the way it is, can’t trust anything I’m sick of this shit, hopsin, tech nine, nf and a couple more, are the only reason I’m tryna find my shot and score, started from nothing working my way up, rewarded with nothing but my fight never ends yuh,