Yeah, yeah, ran it up

It's goin' up

I'm pourin' up

I spilled that mud, yeah, yeah

It looks like blood, yeah, yeah

Hop in that Benz truck

I'm pourin' up, I'm pourin' up, I'm pourin' up

I got me a clip, I need a rack

Was booted up, I'm feeling flat

I'm true enough, I do enough

Just don't ask about my past

I told that bitch: "look at my stats"

I told that bitch: "look at my racks"

Look at our love, I make it last

Brand new diamond, this shit glass

Brand new Air Max on my feet

Just let me pour a cup of lean

I'm soaring in the sky

I'm so high, rolling off that E

I'm off a pill, it set me free

You don't wanna fuck with me

Cause I got it from the street

These days I cannot fall asleep

Cause I got nightmares in my dream

My life's not fair, so let me be

Let me be me, I've been censored

I've tryna be myself

I'll kill you in your nightmare and you'll dream of nothin' else

Kill you in my white tee, I'll even wear it red

I'm snappin' on this beat, and you know I'm in their head

I've been smokin' everyone, tryna get in my way

I'mma kill you, I'm a don, you're a pawn

And my head still spinnin', I don't get what's goin' on (and I'd like to know what's goin' on)

And I don't get what's goin' on (I don't know what's goin' on)

Almost had a heart attack (heart attack)

But my pocket had the coffin money, paint it all black

I've been livin' like I'm dead, and I'll die richer than your dad

I've been smokin' on that gas, I feel like I'm attached (I feel like I got attached)

You don't wanna get attached

White pills up on the table, but I like blues in fact

(and even if I'd like to win everything, I know I can't so I'll move on)

(and even if I'd like to win everything, I know I can't so I'll move on)

I ran it up

It's goin' up

I'm pourin' up

I spilled that mud, yeah, yeah

It looks like blood, yeah, yeah

Hop in that Benz truck

I'm pourin' up, I'm pourin' up, I'm pourin' up

I got me a clip, I need a rack

Was booted up, I'm feeling flat

I'm true enough, I do enough

Just don't ask about my past

I told that bitch: "look at my stats"

I told that bitch: "look at my racks"

Look at our love, I make it last

Brand new diamond, this shit glass

I ran it up

It's goin' up

I'm pourin' up

I spilled that mud, yeah, yeah

It looks like blood, yeah, yeah

Hop in that Benz truck

I'm pourin' up, I'm pourin' up, I'm pourin' up

I got me a clip, I need a rack

Was booted up, I'm feeling flat

I'm true enough, I do enough

Just don't ask about my past