Sistanem

Cole, you stupid

Look, you told me never let this get a hold of me

You hate to see me hurt, you wanna hurt someone for me

Way too down to Earth, don't do no dirt for me, please

Don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea

God knowin' what I'm doin', he gon' deal with me

**** ain't cut like that, she'll kill for me

And I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks

You right there when I need you, but I know these ain't your kind of people

I finally bought a home to raise my family

I'm done with all the hoes and they anatomies

I tried to call your phone again, you said, "It wasn't on"

And by the time you got my letter, I was long gone

Back on the road, gone with the wind blows

Packin' the shows, hoes and the nymphos, platinum and gold

You know how this shit go when family's gone

You don't know what you here for, uh

Just remember, remember when, mmm

Mommies, daughters, models, callers

Ballers, fathers, all have fallen

Mommies, daughters, models, callers

Ballers, fathers, all have fallen

Look, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame

You seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game

'Cause soon as **** get a little change, **** change

And playin' with the Lord's name, sayin' it in vain

You heard a song and said I did the same thing

You seein' somethin' different in my eyes, and she emphasized

And I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen

Had to call her back, line packed, sold-out tickets

I'm on the wrong track, road back, fuck it, I'm hittin' it

On the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough

She know she happy that we doin' better than before

As long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul

I felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in that megaphone

Said, "I'ma hit you in the mornin', keep your message on"

I did my set, then sat alone for a second by myself

Asked questions, choices, destination, courses

Highways, routes, Royces rollin' voices

Goin' on and on and on, it's noisy

I'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind

And the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds

That combine with misogynistic mindsets

Dialect from slave, die tribe, they tryna dissect to re-digest

I tossed that mindset overboard like an object

I'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects

'Cause when I was a boy, I didn't know that we was poor

And now I'm on tour, I got a moment to explore

And show my **** somethin' we ain't never seen before

Open doors, so you know I'm goin'

Back on the road, gone with the wind blows

Packin' the shows, hoes and nymphos, platinum and gold

You know how this shit go when family's gone

You don't know what you here for, uh

Just remember, remember when, mmm

Mommies, daughters, models, callers

Ballers, fathers, all have fallen

Mommies, daughters, models, callers

Ballers, fathers, all have fallen

Why do I get so damn high that I can't feel my face?

Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way

Why do I get so damn high that I can't feel my face?

Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way

Look, I never gave that much a fuck about this shit

To let it challenge my integrity

But you questionin' me, got me thinkin' you thinkin' less of me

The lesson in this shit is we should talk face to face, fuck the messagin'

Meet me in the flesh, and you can see that I'm still lil' Destin

Lil' brubbie, lil' BB, bald head as a baby in the Huggies

Stunt like my dad, I'm a druggie

Money in my hands, but it's bloody

Try to understand if you love me, aye

Make plans, we can roll like the old days

FaceTime call came with a stone-cold face

We don't talk often, when we do, it's an, "Are you okay?"

Somebody fuckin' with you? I'm on the way

It's on the waist, I can tell the way you look, that ain't the case

Figured you was mad at me when you said you need a break from the family

And you not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gatherings

And ever since I start rappin', I ain't never in Atlanta too long

And I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen

Like when Granny passed, I ain't wanna answer the phone

Writin' in my pad, hope I don't remember this wrong

Last time I seen you, we was sendin' her home

October, November, December was gone

But on the 25th, we gotta be there for mom

I'm talking to you now, but can I see you tomorrow?

I could be on the way soon as I finish this song

So you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doin'

And I don't fuck with the Devil, but I know he pursuin'

And I know that Jesus died, thirty-three, like Ewing

And he probably did the same shit that we like doin'

I know you got to feel the animosity brewin'

It's gettin' bad, and I'm sad our relationship ruined over some trash, but it's past that

Send me all the money that I gave you over Cash App back, since you actin' as if you—

We're sorry, you have reached a number that is— (Aw)

That's fucked up (That's fucked, that's fucked, man, that's right)