Isaiah Rashad Brenda

Uh, uhm, yeah, uh-huh

Uhm, yeah, uhm, this a room

I got two cigarettes to my last name

I clock in for the check but I don’t wanna go

I got two cigarettes to my last name

I clock in for the check but I don’t wanna go

She said you, you can’t save em all

She said you, you can’t save em all, yeah

She said you, you can’t save em all, yeah

I mix a gallon of the gallon in a gallon of that

And down that in your Nissan for the memory

For the energy, for the Tennessee

Fam called work all work just to visit me

I bought an ounce just to fuck with you

He don’t take no hand outs, he don’t take no hand outs

Remember what my poppa told me

Remember what my poppa told me

Trust in with, trust in ya, my inward, my friend of

Last of the divine livin’

So timid, all on us

Dog on it, they would laugh at the small moments

Then call on us

Like who had you on your bad day?

Who dropped you at that bitch house?

Like back when we was little

I was just an instrumental

Now I’m Malcolm in a million

We talked about a billion

We talked about our feelin’s

We kept it more than realest

And look at how the path came

Took it for the rap fam

Would ya give ya all to the world

The work, work, and left hurt?

Shit and what’s worse

She too tired to talk, lately your thumbs hurt

We miss love and sex bridgin’ your son’s birth

21 hurts in court by 24, boy

You can’t save ’em all

She said you, you-you, you can’t save ’em all, um

She said you, you-you, you can’t save ’em all, um

I write pissed ass livin’, fuck that shit

Fuck call centers, fuck is this really growin’ up my nigga?

Tax on your motherfuckin’ nuts my nigga

1025 what the fuck can a nigga do with 1025?

Plus your weed habit plus my weed habit and your weed habit

For free givin’ we livin’ with a weed daddy, two kids

Mix that Boosie with that boom-bap

You rap like you need money like you don’t love this

My shit chewed up your jury before you judged this

Pull up, suck on my dick like ain’t it gorgeous

For those that can’t afford this

It be like I got, I got

I got my own world, I got my own mind

Day dreamin’ for a lunch break for my son’s sake

On the run for the fun’s sake

I clock in for the check but I don’t wanna go

I clock in for the check but I don’t wanna go

You, you can’t save em all