Heart vacant, account vacant
And I been chasing wit' nothing in my savings
It got me thinking this nigga ain't changing
'Cause he don't ever chip in on the bills that I'm facing
Cousin just called out from prison
And when I ain't got it sometimes I spin him
We ain't never talk about it, but I stuck around it
'Til this day I still beat myself up about it
I ain't never care about my birthday
But my friends' birthdays was the worst days
And I ain't really have it, I was broke the worst way
For some reason I feel my guilt in my gut on Thursdays
I got family out in 'Bama, I was taught to have manners
I was heartbroken wen my mother moved to Atlanta
Lifestyle different, it's surrounded by cameras
So who am I to live my dreams and not let her?
I miss you
I was told I wear the fame well, and wear my chains well
I was raised a different way to wear the pain well
I was told that Lola Brooke could never gain sales
It could never be that bad 'cause it ain't hell
I always hands on, I was trained to be a monster
New crib, haven't even use the dishwasher
Caught off guard, and from now on I gotta watch em
If the dick ain't proper, he can't stop her
I can't promise you what my mind can't trust
Who can I run to? Run through my mind too much
Looking through my phone, won't find too much
When I broke bread, I came in clutch
Scared to say I need you, even when you bleed too
Leave it on the table, matter fact I don't need you
I was caught up into playing it safe
The boss pay the cost so I pay for the mistakes
Back to business