Shit I was, in the hospital telling momma to breathe
As she's struggling for air with a mask looking at me
Couldn't say a single word, death was coming way sooner
As I look at her the doctor said we're going to lose her
What you know about watching your mom pass in the flesh?
With your family trying to hold her as she screams on her bed
Hearing the cries of your father, sister, your aunt, and your friends
Knowing them minutes to them seconds she's about to be dead
Holding her hand as you're crying, and she's taking slow breaths
Running your fingers through her hair, shoulders getting all tense
Touching lifeless fingers knowing that's the last time you'll see her
At the funeral holding emotions in, getting deeper
People telling you that you gonna hold it down and get better
And all you think about is making it and feel more pressure
Hearing screams of her pain, hearing shit day to day
Since April 9th when Rose Llantino died I ain't been the same
My priorities switching, spending money like crazy
Losing happiness slowly, my careers getting shaky
Momma give me a sign, momma give me some hope, I gotta do this for the fam, momma dad's getting old
So much grief seeing that man work, I can't hide it
Ballin' in the club but got a family to finance
Fuck it I'm bout to hustle, throwing shit to invest it
I lost my special qualities, ain't afraid to confess it
Used to be 17, spitting better than these older dudes
Now I'm 22, age is nothing but an old excuse
Album by myself, funded by my lonesome
I just bought me a bottle, I pop the shit, now I'm on one
Drinking away my sorrows, cause reality's fucked
Poppa crying for his wife, homie I can't make this up
My little sisters 14, growing without her idol
Tell my family I'm gonna make it, shit is vital
They used to tell me.
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