Wish The Worst (feat. Varanoia)

Well, I ain't gon' tell myself that shit gon' be okay

If I'm born to die so young, then let that be my fate

And I roll these trees to smoke away my fucking pain

And I just count up this cash and go about my day

And I know that they gon' hate me, they gon' always wish the worst

And we racing to that bag, I'm gon' get to that bag first

And the bills hanging out my pocket, when I walk I watch them twerk

And it's hard to live like this. 'cause I know this shit gon' hurt

Yeah, and we rocking out like this, yeah we rocking out like KISS

Rockin' out at a show, yeah, and we rockin' out in that pit

She gon' tell you that she knows me, but I don't know that bitch

And that boy said he want a feature, but he cannot even make a pitch

They don't wanna do no songs cause of some beef, I'ma hate to see them leave

Pour it up in the cup, red sea, while we shopping at CELINE

Load it up and attach that beam, we gon' love to see him bleed

Fuck about what you got going on, I'm just worried about me

Well, I ain't gon' tell myself that shit gon' be okay

If I'm born to die so young, then let that be my fate

And I roll these trees to smoke away my fucking pain

And I just count up this cash and go about my day

And I know that they gon' hate me, they gon' always wish the worst

And we racing to that bag, I'm gon' get to that bag first

And the bills hanging out my pocket, when I walk I watch them twerk

And it's hard to live like this. 'cause I know this shit gon' hurt

It's getting hard to maintain

Distorted my own vision when I fried my brain

Got the eerie feeling that I'm going insane

But now I'm at that 2:01, I got no time to waste

Yeah, and when you find me alone

You're gonna wish that you picked up the phone

'Cause they always end up wishing the worst, yeah

Well, I ain't gon' tell myself that shit gon' be okay

If I'm born to die so young, then let that be my fate

And I roll these trees to smoke away my fucking pain

And I just count up this cash and go about my day

And I know that they gon' hate me, they gon' always wish the worst

And we racing to that bag, I'm gon' get to that bag first

And the bills hanging out my pocket, when I walk I watch them twerk

And it's hard to live like this. 'cause I know this shit gon' hurt