| You tellin' me it seems like fall |
| But how you really know? |
| You left me in the dark so long |
| I had to learn to glow |
| You said you’d hit me back tomorrow |
| But you never check your phone |
| If I ain’t seem friendly in the morn' |
| It’s 'cause the weather getting cold, getting cold |
| If practice make perfect I’m lackin' experience |
| My back keep on hurtin', it’s cracking, I’m hearing it |
| Ain’t smokin' potent, I’m often fiendin' to toke some ganja |
| I was late to addiction, I feel like Ye’s Donda |
| We scared a silence, so smokin' louds is our nw reliance |
| I’m glad my peopl be cuttin' back, I respect you tryin' |
| Summer’s over, and autumn just love to fuck my sinuses |
| Seems like half of the country ain’t never know what kindness is |
| Labels callin' as often as planes fallin' |
| They stall to make a move on the kid, no chains on him |
| My main target ain’t platinum plaques, ain’t name callin' |
| World be feeling cold as Jermaine, we stay ballin' |
| You stay baldin', hair on your head remain fallin' |
| I’m seein' your stress, you put that key in your chest |
| I feel the heat in your breathe |
| And that stress will lead to your death |
| You gotta chill bro, you need to heal more |
| Ah (Tell 'em) |
| I met some people that’ll ride for me |
| But fuck dying, call shotgun you ain’t gon' drive for me |
| I know some homies from the other side |
| Where crime be only gone if you leavin' |
| But they ain’t ones for the speakin' |
| It’s always fall |
| The only green they see be pack packed between cheeks at the local club |
| So run it back, all of them drugs ain’t numbin' that |
| You droppin' the ball, I’m pickin' up |
| Go give it to honey have fun with that |
| 'Cause when them leaves all fall |
| At least we seen through it all |
| You feel me |
| You tellin' me it seems like fall |
| But how you really know? (But how you really know?) |
| You left me in the dark so long |
| I had to learn to glow (I had to learn to glow) |
| You said you’d hit me back tomorrow |
| But you never check your phone (But you never check your phone) |
| If I ain’t seem friendly in the morn' |
| It’s 'cause the weather getting cold, getting cold |