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Directed/Edited by Nate Mercury
Produced by Nate Mercury
Mixed/Mastered by LostStudiosTrev

https://natemercury.com


Co-Director/Cam Operator

Christina Hout
  / htinaa_  


LYRICS

I was with my broskis
We was cooking lowkey
That was 2023
Now my music O-P

I’ve been out my mind, outlandish
They can hit my line, I won’t answer
I just stack my bread, get my bands up
I don’t write raps, I write stanzas

My uncle called me from a jail cell
I gave him words of hope, only time tells
And when you get out, we’ll get ox tails
And now we out of time, put some money on his books

Chyea
And put some money on your ass
Chyea
I’m off a pill, I can’t relax
Chyea
All my hoes get too attached
Chyea
Too much drugs, I might relapse
Too much drugs, I might relapse

(…like, every time I hang out with this bitch, man, all she wanna do is yay)

I was with my broskis
We was cooking lowkey
That was 2023
Now my music O-P

I’ve been out my mind, outlandish
They can hit my line, I won’t answer
I just stack my bread, get my bands up
I don’t write raps, I write stanzas

All these days, I’ve been at Kennedy
I’ve been tryna find my remedy
And I’m whipping that music like crack,
They treat this shit like methamphetamines
I remember nights my dogg was telling me
You’ll make it to the top of the mountain like Yosemite
She want the pills and the drugs and the ketamine
I want to live and fill out my destiny