WYA?

Uh, where you at? I been tryna stay in touch

I been trippin' on these drugs but that just heal me from your love

Designer shoes inside the trenches, that's cus i come from the mud

And I just link with other bitches Cause I ain't tryna hold no grudges

My lil' bruh still be in the kitchen Still scrapin' at the pot

And he ain't changin' how he livin, Still slingin' different Glocks

He keep his mask on like a menace deep inside he got a heart

That PTSD got him trippin, that shit tearin' him apart

You turned your back and I should've known

That you ain't have me way from the start

I'm ridin' with a Glock with a laser I feel like Tony Stark

I'm lookin' at my soldiers, just drunk as hell