Yeah
It's a beautiful thing, ain't it
Said
My mother texting me like come home
Too busy marching to the beat of my own drumroll
Don't need no new friends, lil bitch just go
Let down so much, now I don't let nobody come close
I just puff smoke, never gave a fuck though
I'm going stupid on these dumb hoes
I could write a million songs, money still might come slow
But damn I wonder, where'd the fun go?
And where the love go?
They got they hand out, they ain't getting none though
I got some fans now, they think I'm the one hoe
Yeah
They out here callin' me a young GOAT
And I
Imma make the dream real cause I say so
I'm just tryna get up to the pesos
Put all of the homies on the payroll
You fuckin' with me now? I don't think so
Need a set of gold teeth with my crown
Then I'll walk around like "who fuckin' with me now"
Like, yeah, yeah
Who fuckin' with me now?
Who fuckin' with me now? Who fuckin' with me now?
They hold you when you high, let you sink when you down
If I ain't know just how to think, I would drown
Like, I'm going down, like
I'm going down like
Yeah, but
Music been the heart
And money stay the motive
They know this
When it come to this rap shit, I own it
Step up on the mic and then I murk any opponent
I'm cheffing up dope shit
They wonder where the flows is
I keep em locked in a heart shaped box
And that's word to Cobain and them shotgun shots
POP POP POP
Yeah go and play this at my funeral
And spark up with my ghost so we can chill like we usually do, it's
Me
But who the fuck I'm supposed to be now?
Dealin' with a mad mind
Got me feeling senile
All the shit I seen now
All the shit I seen now
All the shit I seen now, it got me feeling senile
Feeling scenile
But
I do this til my last breath and when the air's done
Just tell the devil I want my fair one