Real Ones

Baby, I don't really out finness
Talk about love but they'll kill you for the check
Taking all these drugs for the stress
If you only want me, if you only wanted me
Haven't seen the sun in a hundred days
Text your ass back that i'm on my way
I won't R.I.P til' I find my way
Had a Pistol Pete, then he shot away
Tell me why they gotta take the real ones
Why they gotta envy when the deal comes
I done lost my bro on the field, done
Why you take his soul, like you steal some
And I don't really wanna die young
I pray the Lord that they blessin' all my sons
Rolling deep trying to make it out the slums
Looking up that I made it out the mud
Yeah I made it out the mud
You don't need to tell me, cause I know you have my love
Always get reminded, cause I always see them doves
I always find my way, even when I get so stuck
I always find my way, even when I'm out of luck
But tell me dear Lord why you gotta take the real ones
That shit make me stronger wonder why I have no feelings
I remember promising to making all them millions
Making all these tracks and we dancing on the ceilings
Haven't seen the sun in a hundred days
Text your ass back that I'm on my way
I won't R.I.P til I find my way
Had a Pistol Pete, then he shot away
Tell me why they gotta take the real ones
Why they gotta envy when the deal comes
I done lost my bro on the field, done
Why you take his soul like you steal some
And I don't really wanna die young
Balenciaga's on my feet I won't run
Reminisce all the ones in the club
Why they gotta die young for the funds
But always end with guns
And praying for your mama slime
Praying for your cousin
We don't ever want to ride
It be your own that's suspect
Wonder why I don't go outside
Because everybody upset, upset
Bullets fly and everybody duckin', aye
R.I.P to Nip
R.I.P to Peep
Now I take these pills just to sleep, aye
R.I.P to X let him rest
Why they gotta kill the best
All these young legends gotta die young
Haven't seen the sun in a hundred days
Text your ass back that I'm on my way
I won't R.I.P til' I find my way
Had a Pistol Pete, then he shot away
Tell me why they gotta take the real ones
Why they gotta envy when the deal comes
I done lost my bro on the field, done
Why you take his soul like you steal some
And I don't really wanna die young
And I don't really wanna die young