Bad News

I'm the one that told you cash rule, I Never forget when I heard the bad News, I call my

Mama she ask me how I knew, That Don't matter mama why I ain't hear From you, For real, Tell

Me what happened mama tell me the Truth, They shot him twice in the Face ain't no rules

They showed the shooter face twice On the news, They say bro buck they Say he made

Him shoot, My heart'll never beat the Same, I'll probably never be the same

I start back sipping cause I felt my Mama pain, The struggle made us Cohesive never go against the grain

When I lost you I swear I feel like I lost everything, I told my mama Things get better

But better never came, Shid court Dates in funeral feel like the same Thing, Shit, gotta

Play your cards, it's a dirty game, Shid gotta play your cards, gotta stay In your lane, for real

Jett probably still be on my right if I Would've never left, I call myself Walking light but