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This is the best, the best spot in the house? Absolutely Check it Check it, yo, check it I've had niggas that come up to me, say that they looked up to me, yeah And that they been fuckin' with me since shit was ugly, yeah And that these songs, man, they saved they life Now, how you put that kind of power in these hands of mine? And how a nigga 'posed respond to some shit like that? Am I supposed to "Oh, thanks," pat they back? I ain't tryna take away from the experience they had But, honestly, I'm not prepared for some shit like that And when they credit myself, they discredit themselves And the strength that they had, yeah, to better themselves And they talk about the strength that I have in my songs But they don't know, behind them stories, there's some shit that's just wrong And I hear 'em say that it was beautiful But to me, man, that shit was inexcusable, uh To talk about a death and not go to the funeral Tellin' myself, "You gotta swallow all that guilt that you done chewed" Shit was juvenile, like how was I too cowardly to go to your fuckin' funeral But still feel like rappin' about your death was fuckin' suitable? Was I true to you, or usin' you Or the unfortunate events to make my songs more moveable? My grief provable, it's true though SongtexteI do wish I could call like shit was usual Tell you shit's poppin', uh, tell you life's beautiful, uh But I didn't check on you when you were still here, yeah And that shit been eatin' at me for this past year, yeah This remind me of Will dancin' on that couch 2014 flexed and we're back now Halloween, you gettin' lit-er and we're drivin' home Buckle up, big times before we make it out Still reminds me of Will dancin' on that couch Saw him last week, he swears that we made it now People watchin' now, better not let them down Buckle up, big times before we make it out (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Shout out to my brother Chuck, healthiest dude I know One day, he was hoopin' and just dropped to the floor In disbelief, man, I could never fathom that His sister Rosie hit me like, "It might've been a heart attack" Couldn't do shit about it, stuck in Arizona Plus they brought him back, but I heard he's in a coma Drop to my knees and I start to pray Said, "If he wakes up, I swear that I'll call and text him every day" Felt like a lifetime after a couple days went past And I still ain't heard from your ass, man, wake the fuck up Yo, luckily he did, my promise didn't last that long You would text me, it would take like a week to respond And I ain't got shit goin' on Man, that's so fucked up Two years later, seen your silhouette in that crowd Last show, our first headlinin' tour, it's sold out 700 people, yeah, that shit was so wild Seen that ugly-ass grin, knew I made you proud, yeah This remind me of Will dancin' on that couch Aus Songtexte Mania