A raw rap verse in stream-of-consciousness style where the speaker reflects on street life, dead friends, and living a double life. He questions his own authenticity while projecting defiance, mixing bravado with vulnerability about loss and distrust.
I mean, where the fuck should I really even start? I got hoes that I'm keeping in the dark. I got my niggas across the street living large. Thinking back to the fact that they dead, thought my raps wasn't facts, so they sat with the boss. I got two phones, one need a charge. Yeah, they twins, I could tell that
