Lately

Lately I had problems with my pops but it stopped when I seen him in that bed boy

Surgeries for hearts to keep him breathing like he dead boy

Hurting from my thoughts I took beating in my head boy

But walk the shit I talk until there's weakness in my legs boy

I wonder, I wonder why I'm worried sick

When since a youngin I ain't been the one he picked

Took a risk now I'm riding with these crips boy

Bro don't trust don't trust a soul he told me ebk

Be a lick, if you slip, so make sure you keep your grip boy

Heard they loosing souls my nigga even if they pray

Ain't a bitch I won't switch I be sticking with my click boy flaw is