Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, that's probably Tago

Ooh, Bankhead got them 808s

You gotta

You know what I be sayin', you gotta just

Enjoy life, you know what I'm sayin'?

I just gotta stay off my phone, and stay more active, you know what I'm sayin'?

You gotta get, get in touch with reality, you know what I'm sayin'? Live

I've been livin' lately, you know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, this for real

Young **** on a rush to get paid

I been chasing my dream and ducking my grave

They ask me how it feel to be chosen

Never know if you're coming or going

I've been roaming

I've been roaming

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

When you're living to die

You could die for not keeping your pole

Better get low whenever that heater explode

Not playing your role

Now the reaper reaching your soul

Your killer, he gone

Wail at home, bleaching his clothes

And you could die

For not wrapping your dick, lacking and shit

Know these hoes be having that shit

Ratchet and shit

Now you in your casket and shit

In front of this fake ass pastor and shit

And listen, you could die

An innocent human being

Cancer a bitch, seen that shit shatter a dream

No matter your age, a grave ain't as far as it seem

Watch the faith, way back in 2013

Pray I can see thirty a healthy and free man

Hope I don't die in the street or get locked in a jam

I talked to whoadie last week, say he got him a plan

Popped him a Xan', died with his fire in his hand

That's why you gotta stay focused, focused

We probably in hell already, our dumb asses ain't know it

Everybody kissing ass to get to Heaven and ain't going, I'm a

Young **** on a rush to get paid

I been chasing my dream and ducking my grave

They ask me how it feel to be chosen

Never know if you're coming or going

I've been roaming

I've been roaming

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

When you're living to die

On a rush to get paid

My grave

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah