"S.I.P" lyrics

I kept fuckin' up, I'm the one that hurt my own feelings
I'm up twenty million, still be tryna go back home killin'
Know these drugs hurt my health, told me quit, but I don't listen
High, but I stay to myself, I'm always in my zone chillin'
Always bound for a setback, fuckin' with the wrong bitches
Broski fed up, he vent to me, I hear his tone switchin'
Promised my fans that I'll be back, I know it's been a long minute
You diss the dead and we react and pop out with them chrome switches

So many times when I fucked up, I said, "Mama, I'm sorry."
Now it's her fault for where we stuck, she still won't even call me
Why it's like I feel no love when my demons follow me?
In the backseat, mask and gloves, cook his bean like coffee
I see a opp, I'll run him over then go fill my cup
No James Brown, he on the ground, I tell him, "Get on up."
When I was broke, they wasn't around, I had to fix my luck
Trapped in the trench, couldn't duck the crown, I told 'em, "Fix my cuffs."
Ain't no bigger reality than starin' at the grave
I used to scrape up change for Swishers, now I'm extra paid
You know Cap a silent killer, Kawhi with the braids
And I ball just like a Clipper when I'm in L.A.
Stay in your lane or park the whip, KRISS Vec' or a mop on here
We don't play with starter clips, nigga better not start in here
If he ain't a spirit, in the system where my partners went
Amiri denims for my fit, my pants your apartment rent

I kept fuckin' up, I'm the one that hurt my own feelings
I'm up twenty million, still be tryna go back home killin'
Know these drugs hurt my health, told me quit, but I don't listen
High, but I stay to myself, I'm always in my zone chillin'
Always bound for a setback, fuckin' with the wrong bitches
Broski fed up, he vent to me, I hear his tone switchin'
Promised my fans that I'll be back, I know it's been a long minute
You diss the dead and we react and pop out with them chrome switches