Tomorrow

I'm not rich, but I can teach you how to ball Lost so many friends along the way, I miss

Them, but I'm scarred, I don't need bitches, I Just need a diamond chain and fancy car

My past was fucked up, so I keep thinking About tomorrow

Kobe from the 3, that's how I ball Don't get Too familiar, what you want

I've never seen an opp running up, cuz he be Wrong

Never seen one of my soldiers giving up Let That choppa sing it, whoa

Red dot on your nose, I swear that I ain't got Time for these hoes

Heartbreak trappin' in that, oh, whoa, whoa Hell no, I don't fuck with ya, I don't fuck with Drugs

Found me a lil shawty and she make me fall in Love

Drown me when I'm smoking on that tree, Can't feel my lungs