They're Gone

I chase the bag but it don’t fill the void  

Every check got a cost, every win gets destroyed  

Used to split the pie, now I eat it alone  

Talk to the mirror like it’s pickin’ up the phone  

They said ride or die, but the tires went flat  

Left me pushin’ the whip while they faded to black  

I got memories sharper than the knife in my back  

Every laugh from the past turn my stomach to black  

I’m still that same kid with the fire in his chest  

But the fire burn different when you bury the rest  

I wear they names like the ink on my skin  

Every step that I take feel the weight of they sins  

I ain’t cryin’ no more, I just channel the rage  

Turn the pain to a stage, put the hate on the page  

They’re gone but the hustle still pump in my veins  

Every win got they ghost ridin’ shotgun again