Endless Cups

Made men raised me, no straps on film I don't need no Band-Aids, I ain't cut like them In the middle of the trenches seeing Eric catchin' sales We send them through the post office, the feds on your trail Throwing money at the stripper, knocking off stress I'm rockstar faded but I don't cross-dress My nigga died doing a robbery, they sent shots through his chest They hung up his jersey like Mitchell & Ness How you tryna profit, four niggas on a bag Going out sad, he spinned and dropped a mag I can't call no 'nother man my dad if he ain't my dad They paralyzed a member so we spinned on his behalf Brother told me thought if he was with his kids, he'd get a pass Couple hos you took from another nigga, that's how you get embarrassed I wish that someone could love me like I do Erica Talking to bro on the jailphone, we keep it brief She tryna book an abortion, think she gon' trap a nigga I'm tryna be mellow, like Kiyan Anthony Double R push start, I never mess the Tris up Fucking different hookers, I'd never ever kiss one He dropped out of trafficking, coulda got his Bachelor's Posted in the trenches, fentanyl trafficker They thought you was finished but you made it, you immaculate I'm so fucked, turnt up Mix opioids with codeine, if I run out of qua lean, it's back to yellow tus One of the bros converted to Muslim but that's strange, he ain't religious They got you hollow high brow Shot up his car tryna meet a bitch 'cause he was thinking with his dick And that's how you'll get backdoored Lean came from Lattice, millionaire status He sipping purple qualitest, stained the cup the fastest See you pay your taxes, I'm roommates with zombies Gotta see his paperwork before I get his attorney 'Fore the school get his release date, don't won't be right there to pick you up, pick you up If they stop making qua then it's right back to yellow tus, to yellow tus I cut my day one off and I thought it'd be hard to deal with Lil' bro a fuck nigga but sometimes we did some real shit I seen my nigga turn to a ho, now he wearing unisex Like you know these hos just look at us like opportunities I be hydrocodeine dreaming I need some to mix the lean in She seen my earrings and made her choose up When you buy a chain, you tag the jeweler I'm making Percocet music I make different visions through my laundry They just sent my twin to the hole, they keep roping him He wishing he could destroy lonely like opium Homie taking the same drugs, Lamar Odom and 'em You had a few mans on a drill and they fucked over 'em It's too many hos on the 'gram to follow my brother, bitch I feel like my bro already told 'cause he got defensive All the night servin' the trap, distributin' You washed up, career dead, Whitney Houston And it cannot be fucked with no cash money I'm so fucked up Mix opioids with codeine, if I run out of qua lean, it's back to yellow tus