No More Toys

It’s okay
To fall apart
I look like you
It’s okay
To fall apart
I look like you
If it’s time to die
I just wanna eat
One more meal
It’s okay
To fall apart
I look like you
It’s okay
To fall apart
I look like you
Yeah
Okay
How you gon' get out this life?
You don’t have any money
What, uh, what, what
Uh
Niggas catch trains, pass planes, laughin' in the pain
Payin' for Cheetos in exact change
Burned up by the world, standin' tall, but got back pains
Can’t express most your feelings at all, nigga, that’s lame
Loaded up clips, him and his dawg to the last frame
Niggas tryna ball, I put up twenty in a bad game
That was after his dame plastered his last name
I guess I got a fun one
Where I come from, you either hide skeletons or become one
You a hatin' nigga for real
He would always rock a fade but would never run one
Humble nigga, most of all my victories is unsung
Who you gotta go to when you really need someone?
Really need someone? Who’s this?
Just watch a few wishes, my crew’s vicious
Tryna set my girl in case I lose tickets
Approve sick, rip out my moles, maneuver into malignant
Got a bag comin', I hope you and my crew get it