NOBODY KNOWS

Brodie got shot by an Opp, so I'm watchin' my back, cause the streets getting scary

Tired of trustin' these thots, Don Julio shots, she lit in the telly

Keep the K, I don't wanna get flocked, the back door locked, but I ain't scary

Brodie sippin' on berry, I'm sippin' on cherry, we sippin' on drink, that's the color of Gary

Nobody knows the emotions I'm feelin' when I'm on the road, I'm on the road

Tired of trustin' these hoes, cause they make my heart cold so I'm focused on O's

Tired of shootin' these guns, and poppin' these drugs, and tired of the old me

Tired of thinkin' that I need drugs, but I just need you to hold me

Back in my old bag, nigga, this the real Henny, nigga, this the real me

Pushing a new jag, while I'm sippin' on Henny