Tragedies

I was mappin' out a plan, that was last year

Homies flyin' in the wind, I'm on my last gear

I left my old spot, now my new spot I could stash here

Storing racks inside the drawer just like a cashier

Every beat I ride I'm sliding like a drag strip

Niggas went to acting sour, a lot of bad milk

I spent a hunnid on a zip, one of my fastest flips

Me and Roscoe spent a grip, he went to his class n' spliff

Now bitches thirsty for attention like the last sip

I'ma cherish all of my blue strips like it's the last of crips

I know that boy can hold water like his glass is tilted

Since a youngin' on the block, kids with blocks buildin'