Part Two ft. Tr!ple B

I don't need a ride or die, already got this rod on me

You steady crying bout your pain but my pain made me

I ain't sippin' on no toseina, that shit fake lean

All my drugs come from the doctor, so you couldn't play me

I got a stick in this car, but this car is automatic

This car not manual, one in the head, slidin' through traffic

Wish could have my brothers back, but wishes never come true

Wishing I could see my dog, but life don't give a part two

Stuck in house arrest again, I'm tryna get on curfew

Do it all for your dog, watch him turn around and hurt you