Clouded Funeral

Got them Gucci's on my feet, they hit my phone again

She thought she could hop up in that Benz, then go hang with Ben

They thought we was cool, nah lil' homie, nah you ain't my friend

Walkin' all alone, I check my phone, they sendin' paragraphs the messages

Never all alone, you know who I be steppin' with

Walk with a lil' limp on my side, when I got it in my pants

She hop up out that ride, yeah, sendin' paragraphs them messages

Star in the sky, make it shine bright, don't miss your chance

Like when you got out, it's like you slipped right through, you missed my hand

No, baby, nah, you ain't gotta go, yeah