The Fan

Like how you ain't wishing for me when I only want you to win

Know I'm gonna keep it too real though show I won't fold break or bend

I hit a lick with my brother we trying to get up on some bands

We couldn't duck from the heater so now we all tucking the fan

Next thing I knew he passed and that wasn't part of the plan

Bitches be dropping it on me it's like I just threw up the ends

God still blessing the kid and I gotta pray for my sins

I need all that breesh in advance

You don't want us changing our stance

Stack till you can't cause you can't

Want my kid to ball Larry Nance