Heartaches

ut he can show you how to run down, empty out that Glock

My uncle sittin' in the prison, catching all the boxes

We suffer from the same feelings, steady takin' losses

I know this shit here in the game, watch out for triple crosses

You wearin' merch from them boys gang no more, my diamonds flawless

I swear my faith goin' no way

Heartbreak, Band-Aid, lost a homie

Yellow tape broad day, we be on that

Trey-eight, AK, run a four flat

My nigga died, to get him back, I be hopin'

It's hard to go sleep at night because I seen him bust open

Like, come and join the rough riders, every time we ride, we be rollin'