Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
YeahRunning hands
Slicing mothafuckas up like Cunningham
Hella bands
Made it out alive, I′ll do that shit again
Fuck with fans
All I gotta do right now is sell the gram
When it all comes down to it
I know how to move a grand
I'm like "Fuck you, pay me"
Pockets full of benjis
Tired of this money, man
My girl might need a baby
Wasted all my savings
I′m rapping for these ladies
Who got just what it takes
To be the greatest, don't need saving
Gravitate and I'm taking off
Grab a plate, now it′s food for thought
Contemplating what I never had
Bag away my new ice I bought
Wear it out cause I guess I′m hot
Do it twice cause I be on top
Windows down with my system up
I'm doing numbers I guess you′re not
Do it like I said I would, you been around me
Shlim and I survived the woods
That shit astounding
I'm more like a Gucci boy
You Abercrombie
They understand me
That′s probably why they Stan me
I was only 10 years old
When I seen that first body
Being carried off this world
For another 10? Probably
You an internet thug, you ain't never seen nothing
You stay living in the hills
Thinking you ain′t come from nothing
I've been living down the latter
And this shit the hardest climbing
I've been telling myself "Wake up (Wake up)
This the perfect timing."
I remember walking into class
Hella sleep depriving
Having trouble catching Z′s
I′m in this rubble seeking diamonds
Killing off my pharmacist before he gets me first
Turn this token to ash
I play no games, I think I'm cursed
I′m the one in a million
So fuck you, Imma make this work
They say I'm so delusional
And it′s probably all the thirst
I'm gray underneath this shirt
I′m dead, so go do your worst
I feel like under the surface
I wanted to leave in hearses
Just got to the party
I wonder where planet Earth is
Poisoning our livers
It's almost like we rehearsed it
Do this shit again and again until we rebirth
If I ever leave a message
You'll hear it inside this verse
These bitches all had enough
I think they puking in they purse
While you hear my engine roar
She′s an angel under those skirts
I should prolly buy some more
Can′t afford no window shopping
I should prolly tint it more
Can't afford nobody stop me
All I know my soul intact
′Cause I ain't never fuck with bodies
They say "You ain′t blowing up
Like you should probably stick to trappin'"
Nobody trappin′ me
Nobody trappin' me!
