Keep Me Dry

My Lord got a better understandin', I'm not young no more

From the streets to the place to be

From the police car to GT

Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they gotta crease

Remember them sayin'

"You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (Yeah)

From when they say they'll see you later, then they die

Losin' my mind I don't want let 'em see me cry, ohh, no

Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry

"Hey sir", "How you doin', young man?"

"It was somethin' kept tellin' me for to come talk to you"

And it seem like that it's somethin' ain't goin' right

Here to smoove out my brudda

I miss my cousin ****, I slept in a bed wit' 'em

I'm missin' dead ****, 'cause you know I ran wit' 'em

I keep my fam' wit' me, 'cause you know I don't fuck wit' ****

Mr. Steal-His-Bitch, Poppin' Drugs, Takin' Gasoline

And my wrist game too proper, call it Harvard on a ****, yeah

Wit' li' Jordan tryna steal a 40, now my **** dead

Fucked up, but still drive Ferrari on a bad day

I hope that she can comprehend me

My Lord got a better understandin', I'm not young no more

From the streets to the place to be

From the police car to GT

Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they gotta crease

Remember them sayin'

"You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (Yeah)

From when they say to see you later, then they die

Losin' my mind I don't want let 'em see me cry, ohh, no

Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry

In the trenches, prolly where I feel the safest at

We've been broke up for a minute, baby take me back

I'm too loaded out my mental, ain't no shakin' back

2 extensions in my rental, it be 80 racks

High speed in the Banshee

I done been to 10 this week and that's a damn shame

Trynna keep my mama off the streets, but she's so damaged

It's like my heart now skipped a beat, 'cause I'm so damaged (Mm)

I'm traumatized from homicides, dem murder one be the victims

Jumped off the porch at grandma house, she throw up 60, my ****

They got my dawg on house arrest, don't wanna see, beat the system

I'm steady thinkin' I'm gon' die, that's why I sleep wit' my pistol

My Lord got a better understandin', I'm not young no more

From the streets to the place to be

From the police car to GT

Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they gotta crease

Remember them sayin'

"You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (Yeah)

From when they say to see you later, then they die

Losin' my mind I don't want let 'em see me cry, ohh, no

Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry