Lyrics Came Up - Jourdan Brothern

(Al Geno on the track)

I'm gone kill 'em
I'm gone kill 'em
I'm gone kill 'em
They done took my cousin I'm scared God gone take my fucking grandma
I can't show no girls no sympathy man all of them is scammers
I wanna die but I wanna get my momma to Atlanta
I came up from that place where 8 year olds would have a gun
I hung around them niggas why did I think that shit was fun?
You niggas say I'm pussy but lemme hear a shot, I'm not gone run
I regret it when I told my momma that "I hate being your son"

Can't buy my family back, my uncle done switched up
Can't buy my love back, my heart can't get fixed up
Had to use my granny phone, ain't have one to pick up
Why I gotta tell my momma "When you outside, get your blick up"?
I've been feeling so drained lately, it's so hard to get up
Gotta act like I'm doing good all around my friends, uh
Couldn't really feel nothing even if this the end, uh
I don't do no self-harm, all of that is a trend, uh
Feeling loved, nigga what the fuck is that?
Really miss my cousin Phat, I just really want him back
But at this point, gotta follow God's plan
God's plan, God's plan

I'm gone kill 'em
I'm gone kill 'em
I'm gone kill 'em
They done took my cousin I'm scared God gone take my fucking grandma
I can't show no girls no sympathy man all of them is scammers
I wanna die but I wanna get my momma to Atlanta
I came up from that place where 8 year olds would have a gun
I hung around them niggas, why did I think that shit was fun?
You niggas say I'm pussy but lemme hear a shot, I'm not gone run
I regret it when I told my momma that "I hate being your son"

I dressed badly, hair nappy, roaches in the house
I miss being happy, grandpappy, why you ran your mouth?
Was still alive sadly, Why Kari? What was that about?
I asked you out gladly, now Maddie, sorry for that route
I was raised to where I call my uncle my dad
Shared a birthday with my other one, man this shit so sad
Just to hear a single word from you, man I'd be so glad
Gotta comfort my mama, I know that things goin bad
Oh, whoa
Sooner or later, I'ma scratch that billi' from my checklist
Been so tired, wake up at 7 P.M. for breakfast
Don't want ma' to cry, so I ain't getting arrested
Remember I was in that studio wit Phat Beezy
"Get up to that microphone, it's just really that easy"
Me and my brother, you know that we teaming
It's Summer, we burning the season
Can God just give me a reason?
A sign or something to see men

I'm gone kill 'em
I'm gone kill 'em
I'm gone kill 'em
They done took my cousin I'm scared God gone take my fucking grandma
I can't show no girls no sympathy man all of them is scammers
I wanna die but I wanna get my momma to Atlanta