N can't make a post now
Gotta make the most now
Still smoking cause the roach loud
I can't even hear you
Did myself disservice coming round Or near you
Now I see it like
It's clear through
Cut from a different cloth
Hope the blood don't bleed through
Better blot that shit n that shit is alpaca
N playing gangsta with it Like some prop actors
Ain't no thoughts after
Do the job and then I walk past you
Drown my sins inside this bottle hope it cleanses my soul
Boy baptised in dirt Shoulda gone to church some more
Yeah
But y'all know how it go
Bending corners through the nighttime
Sliding through the snow
Providing for my hoes
Yeah
I'm just tryna get some more
Thats a Slight joke
Be the type foe that'll ride slow
And
Hope you die tomorrow
Yeah!
If today is not the day
Ima hit you up again
Ima try again tomorrow
Yeah!
If today is not the day
Ima hit you up again
Ima try again tomorrow
Yeah
If today is not the day
Ima hit you up again
Ima try again tomorrow
Yeah
If today is not the day
Ima hit you up again
Ima try again tomorrow