R.E.M. State (feat. Garrison Cade)

Fuck pretense, you can see this

Weekends im a demon

My speech cleanse every weakling

Where the beat kais gotta speak man

Back in po- locks on the shed door

Shezzy popped bottles on the top floor

Stop, I dont wanna talk to em

Yous a thot, you should open up more

Where the beans man

My crib, my forty sip, these doors, my whip

Let em grive fast

My grip, my vice, my girl, my ice get poured in a clean glass

Gotta fill that shit up, gotta get a mil bruh

Aint no body bleed cash

But im breathing the facts, I cannot relax

These bros gimme something like

Didn't know she would die in the summertime

Running fast, like she on the hunnid mile

Heard my momma say you ain't no son of mine

Uh

Talkin family I heard it a hundred times

And im shootin my shot at a hundred lives

Ain't no columbine

Got me just running around the place

Heavy thinking of the pace in another simulation

Fuck listening to all your tapes

You's a product with some bass

Heavy breathing in a way to (make money)

We all just tryna get a raise

Fuck the man I like the chase

Everybody wanna just (make some money)

Got everybody in a station

We writing down the basics, our love is on the way

So, so, so, gimme that

So, so, so, gimme that

So, so, so, gimme that

So, so, so, gimme that

So, so, so, gimme that

So, so, so, gimme

Gimme that

I'm a product of hustling coins

And missing the rent, and doubting the order

Everybody wanna get the patch, smelling lemon grass

On a yacht in the morning

Back when the boys, tell me to relax, they watching my back

They turning the corner

Always gotta catch, when you with a pack, stacks getting flat

Money like a chore

Shit I ain't it wit it, gotta couple digits

Hit up chase, he done bout the business

Pull up (woo), gotta couple hitties

Live the life getting all the bitches

Shit aint true, gotta hold the minutes

Like they in a zoom call, bout the finish

Take me back to the days we was in a maze

Tryna figure out this shit with

Damn