Blue Notes 2 (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

This is my blues 'Cause I'm back down on my own again This is the blues I'm playing Yes, it's a fine old thing When the night is cold and lonely (This is a Dollar Bill beat) Was it the money that made me a savage? Poppin' them Percs and I made it a habit Totin' them pistols and serving them addicts That was exciting to me, I'm so excited to be Started with nothin', we had to inspire to be Niggas ain't flyer than me, I'm getting to it Feel like the man, I got the plan I call the shooters, they hop out the van Play with the squad, get popped like a Xan Pop like a Perc, I'm going ham I'm goin' crazy on niggas, too wavy for niggas Do magic like alakazam I'm in the kitchen compressing a birdie Take out a nine and I sell it for thirty Then straight to the jeweler, I'm bustin a Rollie To light up the city like Meechie in '03 I got the plug, he send 'em OT Don't know these niggas, these niggas know me Even old niggas, they call me OG Young nigga but I put it down We was on it when it weren't 'round All of sudden niggas wanna come around Stay over there, my G This is my blues Do me one favor, take a few steps back 'Cause I'm back down on my own again And look at yourself Matter fact, take yourself outside your body And then look at yourself And see how you playing yourself, nigga This is the blues I'm playing Congratulations, it's the motherfuckin' Chasers Yes, it's a fine old thing (You feel me?) When the night is cold and lonely (We on it) Gave you the plug Try to be real with some niggas and put 'em on money And show 'em some love You did me a favor, I knew you was shiesty I knew you would show who you was It's only a matter of time before niggas get lined And hit with them slugs Get found in a pool of your blood, yeah, nigga 'Member they told me that we would fail 'Member they said we would see a cell Down with that semi like Cam Newton I'm in the field like the NFL Niggas is sick' and I wish 'em well I made a wish in a wishing well I put a brick in a wishing well Been through some shit and I'm sick of jail No disease but I'm sick of cells Sick and tired of sending niggas mail Calling niggas just to get a bail I just seen a nigga get a L Never coming home and minute on the phone Sick and tired of seeing niggas fail Sick and tired of seeing niggas lose Sinning like we tryna get to hell This is my blues 'Cause I'm back down on my own again This is the blues I'm playing Yes, it's a final thing When the night is cold and lonely This is the midnight blues