Situations Lyrics

Warm nights, chilly summers I know poles different

You can see the fakest in disguise but niggas hate to listen

Chrome hearts, Gucci sweaters I know the hollow hitting

Cry my heart out on this mic so y'all nigga know I reached a million

Warm nights, chilly summers I know poles different

You can see the fakest in disguise but niggas hate to listen

Chrome hearts, Gucci sweaters I know the hollow hitting

Cry my heart out on this mic so y'all nigga know I reached a million

Reach a deal all on my own neva needed help

But shout out to my brothas who kept real when the time was felt

I always see the hate from others so I kept my circle small

But this ain't different from all the other times my money standing tall

My brotha X told me the real this shit wasn't easy

Always be humble wit the bread neva be to greedy

Keep my head down and mouth closed don't get to peachy

Told me the real nothing really else got me thinking deeply

I'll walk miles in the rain you think we bleed the same

You neva experience long late nights waiting for the train

And thought you wasn't gonna make it out that chain gang

But I thank god everyday to watch me climb to fame

I thank god everyday my brotha standing strong

It's gonna be long long day before he ever gone

Cold summers and warm nights it's like I'm neva wrong

Got the bitches chirping all around like it's a birdsong

Warm nights, chilly summers I know poles different

You can see the fakest in disguise but niggas hate to listen

Chrome hearts, Gucci sweaters I know the hollow hitting

Cry my heart out on this mic so y'all nigga know I reached a million

Warm nights, chilly summers I know poles different

You can see the fakest in disguise but niggas hate to listen

Chrome hearts, Gucci sweaters I know the hollow hitting

Cry my heart out on this mic so y'all nigga know I reached a million

Warm nights, chilly summers I know poles different

You can see the fakest in disguise but niggas hate to listen

Chrome hearts, Gucci sweaters I know the hollow hitting

Cry my heart out on this mic so y'all nigga know I reached a million

I've done anything for you bro but you gave it up

It hurt to my heart when you told, you was real as fuck

What happened to the code we was blood, boy you changing up

Man I even went to get it tatted man I'm dumb as fuck

That was a dumbass mistake I'll neva do it again

We was close little buddies but when we was ten

I can't even speak on it anymore cause it wasn't over

Got the blunt in my hand far from even being sober

I hope I make it outta here get my family straight

Get them big ass house far from the hate

Don't even worry little bro can have my plate

I'll always be here for you put that on my K

I'll always be here for you put that on my son

I don't think you heard correct I put it on my son

Even tho I ain't think you was ready I still owe you one

But you grown up as a little man I think you is the one

Warm nights, chilly summers I know poles different

You can see the fakest in disguise but niggas hate to listen

Chrome hearts, Gucci sweaters I know the hollow hitting

Cry my heart out on this mic so y'all nigga know I reached a million

Warm nights, chilly summers I know poles different

You can see the fakest in disguise but niggas hate to listen

Chrome hearts, Gucci sweaters I know the hollow hitting

Cry my heart out on this mic so y'all nigga know I reached a million