Jayson Tatum

I tried, I cried, so many nights I ain't living right, I told you I need time

I tried, I cried, so many nights Instead of talking to me, they talking with closed eyes

They pillow-talking, instead of sheets, it's

birds certain niggas twitter talking

I sip codeine it can't redeem my dawgs who sleep in coffins

When you serve a fiend, you might feel bad, who else gon' solve they problems

A small issue can turn big if you ain't big on dollars

Oh, I done took a couple losses

Oh, Sitting at the table with some bosses

My heart cold, chrome heart, I'm getting fresh inside some crosses

Zero problems, Jayson Tatum, I ball hard like I'm from Boston