Talking to the Dead

What up, Trae?

This shit talk to you, don't it?

I gotta stop talking to the dead, it's so easy to get lost in my head

Asked the plug what it cost for the red, was on the come up, then got tossed to the feds

So many **** got chalked for the bread, I keep having thoughts and I'm scared

I keep seeing Pops in that bed, sipping on this med

I just keep on saying to myself that I gotta stop talking to the dead

Why I have to see you in that casket? I need you

You just wanna see me get a basket, it's lethal

Girly keep on talking 'bout my past and I'm see-through

Dumping out the Fin like it's trash when we see you

You keep saying that you run from pain, ****, me too

Brodie doing ten in the can like it's miso

I just told her get another man, he a weak dude

I ain't never scared of nobody, **** bleed too

Like uh, MB out his mind, out his shit

Six shooter in the Cavalier, riding in this whip

In the A with the Brady bunch, Tom in this bitch

This a AR test, feel like Ron when it switch

Lit for 42 nights, pouring Don on her tits

**** asking, "How the fuck you so calm with this shit?"

Got my kids and my sisters and my moms out of Flint

Mama held it down, she won't pay a dime for her rent

They like, "How do you survive in the wild?" 'Cause I'm trench

**** foul, he couldn't even come around when he snitch

I'm like wow, blogs even put my child in the mix

Say what you want, just keep Ace Miles out the shit

Ayla too, if you dissing, make 'em see Jesus

I don't play 'bout my kids, make a **** hate you

Got the stars in the whip, think I need a gray roof

Pull up with extended stick like a **** play pool

What the fuck, Nick put this shit on JPay too

All my **** in the pen, know they feel that pain too

You know me better than I know myself, what that fame do

Still the same MB, I ain't never change, foo

Know some **** with some pape' and they still lame too

How the fuck you on my dick and I hit yo' main boo?

Leave 'em with a red top, some my **** bang Ru

Put my soul in this shit, I'ma let it sang too

I gotta stop talking to the dead, it's so easy to get lost in my head

Asked the plug what it cost for the red, was on the come up, then got tossed to the feds

So many **** got chalked for the bread, I keep having thoughts and I'm scared

I keep seeing Pops in that bed, sipping on this med

I just keep on saying to myself that I gotta stop talking to the dead

I gotta stop talking to the dead, it's so easy to get lost in my head

Asked the plug what it cost for the red, was on the come up, then got tossed to the feds

So many **** got chalked for the bread, I keep having thoughts and I'm scared

I keep seeing Pops in that bed, sipping on this med

I just keep on saying to myself that I gotta stop talking to the dead