When I'm Gone Interlude Lyrics

See the stars, see the moon

I'll watch the universe together with you

See the stars, see the moon

I'll watch the universe together with you

(This a Flavr Boy exclusive)

Callin' me and sayin' you part of the Hot Boys

Had to tell that girl to play with these gently, they're not toys

Had to keep it steamin' all in the room like bok choy

Neighbors complainin' about noise

Damn, tryna do arenas and they sold out

Still doin' shady deals they don't know 'bout

Sendin' you a text whenever I hit the road now

Feel like Secret Service with all of these weapons, check the load out

Damn, shawty check my room and I'm not even there

Shit is so surreal, get the bag and you fumbled the pair

How you claimin' that you at the top and you not even there?

Niggas dyin' just to get up there so we ain't playin' it fair

Makin' boss moves in the function, everybody gone stare

Deep stroke hittin' from the back and I'm pullin' her hair

Textin' all caps and arguin' on the phone, don't even care

I ain't even worried 'bout it, my shooters be everywhere

No, you can't compare to the team

Six walk dogs for the bros back in the lead

Say my heart cold because love is all I need

Feelin' like a rat, I'm attracted to the cheese

Heartbreaks and heartaches with no sleep

Had a cold plate, a cold heart but that's me

Up late night contemplating, no sleep

R.I.P. to my brothеrs dead on those streets

Time for a plan B, you need a different plan

Tryna make ends meet, she got a Onlyfans

She broke down cryin', sayin', "You wouldn't understand"

And now she take pics and sell it to the average man

But you should know it come with a price

Lil' details and weak sales, man that was something slight

Ridin' 'round in that lil' coupe, tryna get it right

Lil' joint we could spark, tryna get a lil' high

If I'm in the right mood, I'll tell you what's on my mind

I don't need a wedding ring but it's obvious you my wife

Send a hit to the opps then we can wine and dine

And I stack that money up sideways, number line

I see the things that (yeah), you saw me dreaming about

I guess this one goes out to my uh-

My OG's and my, my niggas that been there since day one, ya feel me?

Yeah, she always hit me up 'bout Cashapp

I hit her back and I'm like, "Where yo' bag at?"

Sip a little Henny then she start to throw it back, back

She got her nails done, a little makeup and her ass fat

I keep a little strap and some rounds in my backpack

Lil' shawty ate that dick up just like a fuckin' Rap Snack

And now we movin' random, we movin' all abstract

She tell me that she loyal to the team, I can't pass that

Shout out Lil Yachty 'cause I'm in a big boat

Aye, fireworks sparkin', told the gang, "Let's have a toast"

Aye, takin' nice pictures with the guns that we still tote

And I'll probably be lookin' back laughin' when I'm old

Fuck labels, fuck a bonus, I'ma still follow the code

And my bros still need me, I'll always be there for 'em

I know they need a role model so I gotta show 'em

Late night conversations, you know it ain't over (this a Flavr Boy exclusive)

Yeah, but I got it in my conscience

I know that these niggas hatin' on me, they be plottin'

Ridin' 'round in the coupe, yeah, I gotta be cautious

Put them boys on mute 'cause all they ever say is nonsense

Lookin' at the trenches, tryna see a life beyond it

Fallin' down in the atmosphere, I am not a comet

I know that niggas hatin' on me but I don't read comments

I self-doubt myself sometimes, I need to stop it

Aye, eatin' at the table with the family

And through all of the opportunities, still gotta manage

Workin' all day so you know that a boy be famished

I pull up with the hammer and my niggas doin' damage

And free all of my youngins, they got stuck inside the jammer

You loaded with the soda, told that bro, "Pass me the Fanta"

Red bags inside the lobby, lookin' like we Santa

Home alone, McCauley Culkin, take it to Santana

Aye, shawty here's my number, do not call me on no pager

Damn, gamblin' habits, I know them bros, they got a wager

She might get on your nerves but you still gotta face her

If you don't text me I won't text you, I'm not a chaser

Big bros, big dawgs with the bag, go get the labor

He was supportin' you since day one, you know you owe him favors

I'm in Indiana with the team but I am not a Pacer

And my heart is still fucked up over my betrayal

And that's real

And that's real