Gold Chain Punk (whogonbeatmyass?)

Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I pull out the needles I've been stuck with In a bloodletting Ima turn into drip? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I chill and not take up space to trip Red-pilling myself until I submit? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I? Can I? Can I pull up on myself and disclaim whoever else voice it is That say my mistakes only why I exist too much And too loudly for me to question it? A nigga is the grill he got A nigga is the chain he lost That he got from Willy Will off the lot A nigga be in pocket till he not Till he shut down and won't talk, Fort Knox Giving so little takes so much Putting in work to look like he don't give a fuck It's worth it to pretend you never get wound up And shrug it off and put half on the Sag cusp Just kidding Ima hold it forever The angry nigga at my core is many things, (but) not forgetful He say, "The jewels retooled you to make more fools than schools do Of course you out here now wishing you could do better You know that you've sewn the thread of all you've regretted You know no one calling after ties have been severed." ¡Y no lo puedo puto creer! So I hit the dab pen on the Megabus Nigga who gon beat my ass? I might get high too much, but do I give a fuck Who gon beat my ass? Who gon beat my ass? Who gon beat my ass? Who gon beat my ass? Who the fuck gon beat my ass? Half the time I see my best self as a nigga who know what he deserve Then I wake up on the next day Unable to relate to the meaning of the word The unlimited worlds in this one earth, it's work and it's worth Satisfy my love of life undermined by, as it were, feeling insecure So who gon beat my ass? (Who?) Who gon beat my ass? (Who?) Who gon beat my ass? (Who want it goddamit??) Who the fuck gon beat my ass? Who wanna play judge loose and fast Because they got nothing but time on hand But still give a fuck about where a nigga land? Who the fuck out here with it like that? Can a nigga live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I? Is it really possible for a nigga to piss off his therapist? Uhh I'm just asking for a friend Try not to read too much into it Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I pull up on myself and disclaim whoever else voice it is That say my mistakes only why I exist too much And too loudly for me to question it? Can I exist in love of my own decisions? Can I hold my own hand under my weighted blanket? Forgiveness is a ghost to my mind Ever-fading from my sight with time Out here happy and dying, that's life Savagery run it and I'm doing just fine I'm doing just fine Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Smith and Wesson in my pocket Who gon beat my ass? Out here drunk and I don't give a fuck Who gon beat my ass? Who gon beat my ass? Who gon beat my ass? Who gon beat my ass? Who the fuck gon beat my ass? Say more, say less, it's all the same When it's time to die we can meet outside To see who gon feel my pain So who gon beat my ass? Who gon beat my ass? Who gon beat my ass? Who the fuck gon beat my ass?