empty promises ft. PFV Lyrics

You may be rich, but I'm happy homie, that's the difference

Ain't no bitch catch me lacking homie, that's the business

I've been feeling like the games on my back

Me against the world, I'm the champ, back to back

Nicotine and empty promises, that's what I grew up with

Bunch of ex homies doing shit I don't fuck with

Got me so stressed out feeling like I need a smoke

The smell is nostalgic that's what my mom toke

I grew up with asthma and second hand smoke

Tobacco burning holes in my dads throat

That shit almost took him out, almost gave him a stroke

I don't need a therapist, I got my phone notes

This shit is in my blood, it's in my DNA

It's the only good thing my real dad ever gave me

Calling up the plug, my life in disarray

And just like him I'ma drink my life away because

I ain't ever seen seen my nieces and nephews

Homies got money and acted like they better

I ain't ever seen my brothers and sisters

Homies act strange when they see the cheddar

You may be rich, but I'm happy homie, that's the difference

Ain't no bitch catch me lacking homie, that's the business

I've been feeling like the games on my back

Me against the world, I'm the champ, back to back

Nicotine and empty promises, that's what I grew up with

Bunch of ex homies doing shit I don't fuck with

Got me so stressed out feeling like I need a smoke

The smell is nostalgic that's what my mom toke

I'm getting rich but I'm not happy 'cause they're gone

All that coughing turned into their coffin and I'm lost

Smoke inside my lungs has turned to smoke inside my heart

Now I'm hoping I can drink myself at night into the dark

But I know that the life I'm living is the life I needed, it's a change

And I know that the life I wanted is the life I never got to chase (that's real)

But now instead of falling into pieces

I've been falling into comfort and I'm safe (I'll be okay)

You may be rich, but I'm happy homie, that's the difference

Ain't no bitch catch me lacking homie, that's the business

I've been feeling like the games on my back

Me against the world, I'm the champ, back to back

Nicotine and empty promises, that's what I grew up with

Bunch of ex homies doing shit I don't fuck with

Got me so stressed out feeling like I need a smoke

The smell is nostalgic that's what my mom toke