Talkin To A Headstone lyrics

[Intro]
Know I keep tellin' myself like...
All the crazy ass sh*t we done did
(Ay yo, Pluto, you goin’ brazy)
This sh*t just come with it
But, you know what I'm sayin' like?
sh*t ain’t never wanna seem real, n*gga
(Yo, Jiji, turn it up)

[Verse 1]
I couldn't sleep so I grabbed my Glock and keys and I hit the graveyard so I could talk to you, huh
''Hey brother, how you doin'? How it's been?''
Been a minute since I kicked it on the block with you (Hey brother)
Boy, you know you wrong leavin’ us here all alone
I wish God phone died before he called you home
I made this song by your grave with my headphone
This sh*t don’t feel right, I'm talkin’ to a headstone

[Bridge]
Ahh-yeah-yeah-yeah
Ahh-yeah-yeah-yeah
Ahh-yeah-yeah-yeah

[Verse 2]
I keep thinkin' 'bout the trip that we all took to California
I keep thinkin' ’bout the last day I seen you
I'm so glad we stayed tight through the good and all the ugly
I'm glad we ain't never let sh*t come between us (I am)
My heart permanently froze and it can't thaw out
My n*gga left me too early, he ain't get to ball out
I wish he woulda sign me in before you logged out (What the f*ck)
If you ain't tryna kill sh*t, ain't sh*t to talk about
I've been floatin' like a butterfly and stingin' like a bee
But heaven seem like the place I need to be (Like I be)
I've been numb to this thing that we call ''Life'' what ever that is
Maybe love and affection what I need (Maybe)
But then again, I ain't got love for sh*t, but gang and my family them the only people I really like to see
I tried to tell myself that sh*t gon' get better by the day, but sh*t is really gettin' harder by the week
This sh*t forever got me broken, tryna find a way to fix it
I went and bust a Cuban down and put yo' face behind the pendant
I'm no hero to no b*tch, 2z cool with being a villain
Walk around with all this pain, I'ma make somebody feel it
Walk around with all this pain, somebody gon' feel this sh*t
I think about you everyday, it's gon' be hard to heal from this
I done went back to my old ways, they say I need to chill and sh*t
I gotta call on Friday mornin', didn't know how to deal with it
I bust some fire for you, 'cause you was bustin' fire for me, bruda
Used to never rest, now you can finally get some sleep, bruda
I was cryin' for you, I know you woulda cried for me, bruda
I was on my knees, I begged and pleased like why my n*gga had to leave?
[Bridge]
Why my n*gga had to go?
Why the f*ck my n*gga had to go?
All these b*tch-ass n*ggas, why my n*gga had to go?
You know what I'm sayin' like?

[Verse 3]
n*gga, where you at? Give me a sign
If you in heaven then I'm flyin'
If you in hell then I'm fryin'
I'on give a f*ck about no dime
2 got smoke with everybody
These n*ggas suck, they gon' die
I'm talkin' 'bout who ever I find
I'm talkin' 'bout who ever come try
I got blood on my hands
And a body on my mind
Been in this street sh*t all my life
I don't know what else to try
Been in a trap since I was a baby
I grew up around a pile
I looked the Reaper in his eyes
And killed that b*tch for takin' mines
n*gga, f*ck!