| Lately my decision-making has been tragic |
| Make a wrong move, the consequences can be drastic |
| I pray it jam in traffic, make it to the back nine |
| Cruel world, even your mama could get flatlined |
| Nobody care until it’s too late |
| Family crying, baby boy hung himself with his own shoelace |
| I know it take a lot to escape the weight of the world |
| So I don’t judge on the intake of drugs |
| Hard to break a habit when you fall in love |
| I been tryna get it right, but I been fucking up |
| Baby, could you tell me that I’m strong enough? |
| I wanna be the one for you but I been in a rut, yuh |
| Be Baby Bone’s backbone as you get your back blown |
| In the two-tone Porsche with the roof gone |
| Then have an argument and send me to the futon |
| Been getting money, you rappers still using coupons |
| Been spitting flows and blocking bitches like Buffon |
| Sold-out shows, so come in and get your groove on |
| Not even thirty, but I’ve been doing this too long |
| That’s how it feels when you change the whole scene |
| Way before your prime, barely cracking seventeen |
| Used to wanna be an artist, now they just wanna be seen |
| By any means, teens walk around like crack fiends |
| Gettin' high off like, views and streams |
| I been a victim of these same dreams |
| The highs, the lows, everything in between |
| Only I can decide what my life could be |
| 'Cause who else is gonna fight for me? |
| In a world where nobody living righteously, yuh |
| I gotta do what’s right for me |
| Forgive me for my wrongdoing, I get high |
| Play with my life like I’m rolling dice |
| Poke my vein, hoping that the pain will subside |
| Whatever floats your boat, whatever finds your lost remote, yuh |
| Whatever kicks you into overdrive |
| Do what you gotta do to stay alive |
| What ever happened with the passion within you and I? |
| Just what I think about when I lay down |
| Dogs in the backyard running around |
| Baby mama holding me down with no drama |
| Dreams, I’m hoping to live out and outlive my bad karma |
| Yuh, I hope I live past my regrets |
| And I’m able to get everything off my chest |
| I hope the money was worth the investment |
| The music is my testament |
| For the pain and suffering through the fame |
| As my memories begin to fade |
| And the energy around me don’t feel the same |
| On the phone with Jahseh a few days before he got slain |
| Wish I could remember every word he said that day |
| But those days, my mind was so foggy, and plus |
| I don’t know that’d be the last time he would call me |
| A couple weeks before Peep passed, he came to my home |
| Invited me to his show, but I had a cold, so I couldn’t go |
| I said, «I love you, be safe on the road» |
| (Yuh, ayy, ayy, be safe on the road) |