(Tre made this beat)(Ayy, pull up, Lam)I'm just tryna heat the crib up with the stove lightsI'm just reminiscing 'bout my old lifeWe was running 'round them streets in the cold nightsReminiscing 'bout my old lifeSome nights it do be feeling like you alone, right?Reminiscing 'bout your old lifeIt be feeling you gon' dieCertain shit ain't goin' rightMansion on the hills, long way from scalesSteady tryna kill me, name ringin' bellsWhen you lose appeals, probably gon' tellYou done poppin' pills, they probably give you the chillsHe lost fifty pounds probably in the mailI gotta hold 'em down, shout out to the jailGet hit up with some rounds, chopper make you frailShawty want a Draco, he don't want ChanelWatch out for leeches, shootout, screechin'Ducking polices, moving strategicVoices, the voices, they say that I'm preachingWent through them courses, they really ain't believe meWatch who you call your homie (Watch who you call)Watch who you call your homie (Watch who you call)Watch who you call your homie (Watch who you call)Watch who you call your homie (Watch who you)Watch who you call your brother (Watch who you call)Watch who you call your brody (Watch who you call)Watch who you call your brody (Watch who you call)Watch who you call your brody (Watch who you call)What you was doin' with your profit money?I said you buy a nigga chain, they say you took it from himThe same bitches tryna fuck the ones who shitted on meWanna see the same nigga from back then who shitted on meWanna see the family members who turnt up and shitted on meWanna see them trap niggas who got money and shitted on meWanna see my teachers said I won't be shit, now I'm shittin' on emI was too humble, now I'm cocky with that different moneyYou was chose, you was choseChose the right road, chose the right roadWatch your homieWatch yourWatch your homie, ohWatch yourWatch your homies, niggaWatch your homies, niggaWatch your homies, nigga