Missed Calls

Lately I been on my own
Ain't no telling if the loving really real so I
Rather be alone
Lately I been playing defense in that field oh I
Gotta make it home
No, I can't leave my mother drowning in her tears no I
Gotta get up in my zone
Missed calls I ain't picking up my phone
I got 99 problems but A bitch ain't one
Couple niggas want my head gotta ride with a gun
I told bro to be on point if he front then he done
Lotta' smoke up in the air and I ain't talking runtz
If he run up then he dead draco chalk him up
Yellow tape and homicides where I'm coming from
All the pain I feel inside I've been holding up
I know one day I gotta die so I'm pouring up
They say two wrongs would never make a right
I'm tired of posting up on stoops with all these candle lights
Take one of mine we taking yours and call it sacrifice
I done seen some shit that'll make you lose your appetite
That's why I cover up my scars with avianne ice
Brody got a ratchet he feening to let 'em have it
He be causing havoc when toting them automatics
He's become so numb to the pain when off a Xanax
He don't even care who it is He tryna damage em
Me and my brothers playing defense in that field
We gon zone it up or man to man
We go hand to hand Choppas all in sprinter vans
Woah woah
I swear the day they took my brother lost my soul
I done seen niggas change over change what a shame
They was never with me I was walking in the rain
That's why I'm all up in the booth spitting pain
Promise they gon know my name
Lately I been on my own
Aint no telling if the loving really real so I
Rather be alone
Lately i been playing defense in that field oh I
Gotta make it home
No I can't leave my mother drowning in her tears no I
Gotta get up in my zone
Missed calls I ain't picking up my phone