Dealin' with heartbreak, heartbreak

I've been dealin' with heartbreak

Nigga, my heart ache

(Know I'm sayin'?)

Swear to God

(You know)

Look in the mirror, what do you see?

I see someone dealin' with heartbreak

When I love a nigga, my heart ache

I know how a Cuban cigar taste

But that do not help with the heart pain

My lil' brother died in a car chase

And spent on my older brother from inside the whip

He got the car sprayed

Guess he got through in the crossway

Thankful that we ever crossed ways

Wonder do heaven got hallways?

Prayin' how much I say always

Salute OG Boobie, that's all day

Bringin' it back on the causeway

Ain't fuckin' with niggas, they all fake

'Cause I pour my Hen' and they all hate

You can't get mad at a nigga who gettin' it

If he not carryin' y'all weight

I had to make a decision

Bread Winner mission to get it while y'all wait

I get the coffee delivered

Metric ton off the boat in a tall crate

Maybe I'm havin' an off day

Maybe I had a heart and my heart changed

Look in the mirror

I see a great man

Look in the mirror

I see a great man

Just look in the mirror

I see a great man

I see a great man

I see a great man

I used to live like a caveman

Stressin' 'til I done got grey hairs

Me and Odell Beckham havin' conversations

Relatin' with life, well

I told 'em I used to have nightmares

Of somebody killin' me, tryna get rid of me

Bitch, I'm really retarded

You gotta finish me right there

Say Mazzi was smiling when somebody shot him

Diamonds don't hit in the night air

Lemme me breathe for a minute

I mean, did a nigga really not think this day would come?

I mean from allah we come to allah we must return

I pour a four in a two liter

And remember some joy and we all well

I put a hoe in a two-seater

I press on the floor and the car bail

Runnin' the raw like a Barksdale

Dump through the miles with the cartel

Say you a dog with a small tail

Low to the ground with a large heater

The hoe that you lovin', she garbage

I'ma go vroom in a Corvette

Take your shoes off in the apartment

We could go sit on the carpet

Look, I made you some tea, she got all wet

But I am not fallin' for all that

I hit from the back and she all yeah

Now you gotta leave and don't call back

I hit from the back and she all yeah

Now you gotta leave and don't call back

Only the player shit I entertain

I done matured, I was bein' lame

I had some cuts turned into stains

You know I'm still prayin', fully flate

I'm still affilated with the gang

Bread Winner Gang (Bread Winner Gang)

Cop lights, no lookin' around at the stop light

These niggas be actin' they not right

And the security top flight

That might've went over your head a lil' bit

But it come off of Friday with Mike Epps

Smokin' a clip with a nice hep

We tryna celebrate another season

I'm tryna levitate it out of reachin'

I'm tryna meditate you with my breathin'

I'm tryin' better ways of livin' decent

I'm on some medication, got me thinkin'

I roll a cigarillo with sativa

I'm on a different level on the keesh

(Yeah) I'm on a different level on the keesh

(Ayy) I'm on a different level on the keesh