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