What's Going On Chris? Lyrics

Hi Chris, its Stanley and Sam's mom, you know on Upper Valley

Hey Chris, I miss you stop by when you come to Cleveland

I hope all is well

How's your friend you used to be with up the hill, he had a baby I heard you had a baby

So what's going on Chris

That pain don't go away, sometimes you just get numb to it

Forget that song my momma used to sing, I hum too it

My pain my Glock the same, I just add a drum to it

Treat this money like these hoes, I just run through it

I speak fluent in hoodies and I peep all cap

Post a caption, "Free my dog," that's in all caps

He say its smoke, its all good I got some hemp wraps

He couldn't touch me even if I had my own app

I'm just as real as I could ever be

I get so high I'm feeling heavenly

I be so high that you can't hear me like the letter G

The shit you'd never speak been on my mind just like telepathy

I should've knew you was gone leave

I got money on my mind, I'm trying to pay the lease

The old me dead and gone I never got to speak my peace

I think I'm beefing with some ghosts, swear all my opps deceased

Let me hear that back

Naw, cut the metronome

That pain don't go away, sometimes it just becomes you

Sorry you can't take it back, it ain't no undo

I can't stop my foot on gas just like my lungs do

Diamonds flash, I'm flicking ashes out the sun roof

I was too real that was my first mistake

My second one was showing love to a snake

My third one fuck around and put me in the grave

I don't trust a soul even Jesus got betrayed

Damn this life can be a tragedy

You couldn't be one hundred, how the fuck you mad at me

I mean this life is full of agony

I get so high sometimes I think it might be blasphemy

I get so high just let the song cry

I've lost so many of my gang, half ain't even die

He say it's smoke but I ain't even know the reason why

He mad I'm bout to blow like I ain't even see the mine