​midwxst - A.F.H

[Intro]
(Keep that, Paryo)
(Zetra)

[Chorus]
Know we got sticks on deck
My bro ready, he ready to shoot, gang finna aim for heads
Ran up one million as a teen, niggas can't tell me shit
So there's no way I'll go out sad, can't go out like no bitch, oh yeah

[Verse 1]
Lost some friends along the way, but that's just how it goes
They true colors pop out when we start to sell out shows
You feel away, then I don't care 'cause I've been on my own
Been in the stu' like every week, bitch that's my second home
Yeah
[?]
Don't care 'bout what you think
Can't hang with us, he not gang
So fuck what a fuck nigga think
My shooter, he ready, let it rain
I love my money, expensive things
I'm living the life that I dreamt
And these niggas not, that shit on God
They in the crib, while working a job
Hop in that shit, don't care about cost
That's not my bitch, I'm cuttin' her off
And that's on God, no, I'm not involved
[?], bitch I take the toll
[?]
We runnin' down, [?]