With The Flow

Reem where you been I ain't hear from you in a minute

I been doing me, my glass half empty gotta fill it

Sick of toxic hoes they keep on fucking up my spirit

Got me gaining weight my mikes to skinny I can't fit it

I just left my bro his June turned one her heart the purest

Almost had my own, them pills be blurring out my vision

Six tens every day told Brodie drive it's hard to steer it

Middle of the night I be straight face but heart be tearing

Praying that my cousin keep his gun and check his rear view

Shawty stressed off shit that I ain't done, don't wanna hear you

Doc had told my father make amends to one's near you