Black Crows (feat. NoCap & FCG Heem)

Only thing I really got from all this paper is cursed

My homies that I wanted rich overdosed and turned to some thugs

I was lettin' that chopper sing, I'm knowin' I should be stickin' with rappin'

I just poured three different drinks, my mama pray for me to be sober

Know she want me off these things, but sadly, it's been keepin' me happy

But I got a son now and I'm too loaded to be pushin' his stroller

Black crows fly on my windowsill

They stand right next to my pain pills

Uh-huh, black crows sittin' on my windowsill

They stand right next to my pain pills

Baby, could you hear if I call?

Yeah

Muddy my cup, my diamonds clear, but I been in the fog

I'm smilin' on the out, I'm hurtin' on the inside for my dogs

None of my homies breeded kennels, but they sellin' dog

I sold powder, sellin' fish, I had to bring my rod

Tatted my name over your heart, that love'll still be fake

Ain't spoke to pop's side of the family, I guess we don't relate

Million-dollar meetings in Oakland like I'm on Golden State

Life's a gamble and I take risks because I know the stakes

Slidin' down this memory lane, I'm swervin' in and out of it

I'm swervin' in and out of it

So many bands off in this duffel, you think it's counterfeit

You think it's counterfeit

So much water on this AP, think I drowned my wrist

If she loyal, I'll buy the ocean, I'm gon' drown this bitch in diamonds

Miami, I'm in Booby Trap, she fronted, then she threw it back

I choose my dream over my dream girls and I'm cool with that

She runnin' game, this bitch is slow, she think I'm new to that

Two-tone Benz, it ain't beat up, but this shit blue and black

Bro been pourin' up that drank, I mixed it with that dope

Put on the brake, said he can't drive with what we carry-on

He ain't tryna do no leg shots when we carry arms

All this money on steroids, I call it Barry Bonds

Only thing I really got from all this paper is cursed

My homies that I wanted rich overdosed and turned to some thugs

I was lettin' that chopper sing, I'm knowin' I should be stickin' with rappin'

I just poured three different drinks, my mama pray for me to be sober

Know she want me off these things, but sadly, it's been keepin' me happy

But I got a son now and I'm too loaded to be pushin' his stroller

Black crows fly on my windowsill

They stand right next to my pain pills

Uh-huh, black crows sittin' on my windowsill

They stand right next to my pain pills

Dark cloud through my city, 'nother mama buried her son

Keep your head up, you gon' take L's, it's a must, you the one

Millions on the way, stay focused, dog, stay down till it come

Long live Soulja Slim, they tellin' me leave my hood and don't look back

My grandma prayin' for me and plus this ARP in my bookbag

My lil' partner on the slab, I gotta make it, get him off that

I was down bad, you lied, think I ain't react, but I caught that

I been on boss shit, big-ass Cullinan, shootin' stars in the ceiling

I don't trip, them ****' nuts crossed, so it's hard for you to hear me

My mama called, she had a dream somebody tryna snake me

I had took my chop off safety, gotta leave millions for my baby, yeah

Only thing I really got from all this paper is cursed

My homies that I wanted rich overdosed and turned to some thugs

I was lettin' that chopper sing, I'm knowin' I should be stickin' with rappin'

I just poured three different drinks, my mama pray for me to be sober

Know she want me off these things, but sadly, it's been keepin' me happy

But I got a son now and I'm too loaded to be pushin' his stroller

Black crows fly on my windowsill

They stand right next to my pain pills

Uh-huh, black crows sittin' on my windowsill

They stand right next to my pain pills

Baby, could you hear if I call?