STEPPING STONE

-What you got going? -Cool.

What -you on? -Shit, man.

Just, uh, walking -around. Got some, uh, walking around. -Hold up.

I'm about to be recording right now.

Man, while shit blew, I was just listening to that motherfucking Fantasy game out loud, me and them cops, -man. Some fried. -Easy come, easy go.

Trying not to make my side bitch my new main bitch.

Bad habits of a nigga caught up in the cycle.

Yeah. I guess that's how the story go.

Hard for me to process what I seen, haunted by the memories 'cause now my best friend gone.

Damn. What this mean? I can't nothing see.

Glad I had Moose to hold on to in that cold, dark room, but God knew he already let the light through. Yeah.

He think I -think I'm too cool. -Should know how we get down.

Get caught up in the in-betweens, obsessing over what they think, but really all it is, I'm just confused.

Uh, God, if it's really you, fuck them army boots. Put on that super suit.

Because the devil always come back for round two. Yeah.

-Friends. -How many of us have them?

Friends.

-Yeah. -One can you depend on.

Friends. How many of us have them?

-Friends. -One can you depend on.

Ayy, this nigga anti.

I think everything fried.

I put everybody down -and glued on this fake smile. -Got to go, y'all.

My mind race so many miles.

My heart pump a million times, but it let me know that I'm alive.

-Shit. -Frog in my throat. I think I'ma choke.

I don't know what to do. Don't know who is who.

Feed them till I'm broke and now my hand gone. Your favorite motherfucker to depend on, your stepping stone.

-How many of us have them? -Fuck them niggas.

Friends. One can you depend on.

-Friends. -Scared-ass niggas.

Should know how we get -down. -Fuck these niggas. Fuck these niggas.

One can you depend on.

Fuck.