"Endless Cups" lyrics

Made men raised me no straps on film
Ion need no bandaids ain't cut like them
In the middle of the trenches seen Eric catch sales
We seen him thru the post office, feds on your trail
Throwing money at a stripper, knocking off stress
I'm rockstar faded but ion cross dress
My nigga died during a robbery they sent shots thru his chest
They hung up his jersey like Mitchell and Ness
How you tryna profit, 4 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 hoes 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 bachelors
Posted in the trenches, fentanyl trafficker
They thought u was finished but u made it u 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, I gotta holla (allah) at bro
Shot up his car tryna meet a bitch cause he was thinking wit his dick that's how you'll get backdoored
Lean came from Gladys
Millionaire status
Sippin purple qualitest
Stained the cup the fastest
Shoulda paid your taxes
Roommates some 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 its 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 (fake) nigga but some times we did some real shit
I seen my nigga turn to a hoe now he wearing unisex
Like you know these hoes just look at us like opportunities
I be hydrocodeine dreaming
I need sum 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
Its too many hoes 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
Can't be fucked with, new cash money I'm so fucked, turnt up
Mix opioids with codeine if I run out of Qua lean its back to yellow tus