Dead People (feat. MGM Lett)

(Al Geno on the track) Yeah Having flashbacks of a shootout, hit a nigga up and fled I can't seem to shake the memory live and die right in a shed It look like I left a murder scene, bottom of my shoes red These Christian Loubs He bought a pistol died with a gun he ain't get to use Money on my mind I can't switch the mood Can't be running out of time I got shit to do So with that said, gotta get my bread Trynna get some shit stuck out my head, I'm seeing dead Rylo, yeah I see dead people Even though I ate, I ain't trynna see them fed people I seen a crackhead sent him to Walgreen just to get them meds cheaper Hoe must think she gon' spend the night, she brought her bag with her She don't know I'm gon' call a Uber soon as I get done hitting her I want the fame, I want the money, but TI not my father Went and bought a Drake but it spit like The Carter Went and fucked his bitch, made him break up like the Warriors Pull up I8, ain't no way imma starve ya My dog got three strikes left me hurt we was in the right field (in the right field) What you know bout daytime house Still dark couldn't pay the light bill Found out my brother heart stopped beating tried to call Mike Will I heard them fuck boys pillow talkin' imma give em Nyquil I'm in different Bathing Ape like Chimpazees I can fuck any bitch I pick like Jalen Ramsey My Cuban-link gotta let her take a selfie with her she European Rylo Lett we signed to the street like some homeless men Hit a nigga up and fled I can't seem to shake the memory live and die right in a shed It look like I left a murder scene, bottom of my shoes red These Christian Loubs He bought a pistol died with a gun he ain't get to use Money on my mind I can't switch the mood Can't be running out of time I got shit to do So with that said, gotta get my bread Trynna get some shit stuck out my head, I'm seeing dead (yeah, yeah) My pockets look like fat people In Cali with a flashlight trynna get them bags cheaper Like if he ain't got my sack right, they turn up mad people They loved it when I was broke they was happy Got the game up in a choke swear I left them niggas gasping Hit a nigga up, he gon' need more than some Aspirin (some Aspirin) Niggas actin tough, they gon' have to close his casket (his casket) RIP Doe B they thought this trap music was dead They keep on pillow talking we gon' snatch em out the bed I'll slide by myself don't need a clique of dudes (don't need a clique of dudes) And all my niggas rich these bitches pick and chose (these bitches pick and chose) Nigga talkin' out his head I was driving seen a opp bop bop bop bop then I fled Having flashbacks bout a shootout, hit a nigga up and fled I can't seem to shake the memory live and die right in a shed It look like I left a murder scene, bottom of my shoes red These Christian Loubs He bought a pistol died with a gun he ain't get to use Money on my mind I can't switch the mood Can't be running out of time I got shit to do So with that said, gotta get my bread Trynna get some shit stuck out my head, I'm seeing dead