Comin Down (feat. OTB Fastlane & Hannah Everhart)

Lately, I began to see signs That you got leaving me on your mind I get a cold, cold feeling when I touch you It's hard to face, but I know the truth This stupid bitch look ugly when she cry I'm tired of the truth, I want some lies Fucked up childhood was traumatized Took a trip to hell, had to go demon time Instant in the clip looking like curly fries Worked hard, gotta see the other side Now it's Kick Doe Click, bitch, we on the rise Pouring wockhardt on my pecan pie Yes, I'm a real live country boy, I'm feeling like Billy Ray I might be hard-headed and don't listen, but I do what my semi say I'm a short ass Mexican, five, five, but I'm still stepping on anything Pocket rocket, I got me itty bitty thing I got Actavis filled with the Minute Maid Pour up my cup, I be knocking out ten a day I don't want no trish and I sure as hell will throw that pie in yo' face I don't want no bitch that's gon' take my cake and give it away I came up without shit, so I know what it's like, and I'm tired of pain Now I'm hard in the paint, I'ma pull my pants down, and I'm letting 'em hang Uh, yeah, I'm just trying rap I ain't tryna be in the hood hitting no licks, you can't say this is cap I've done prove myself, now I'm out getting rich Blued up every day, out here looking like Stitch Drag his ass from the truck, tie him up to the hitch Woke up the next day, ain't nobody said shit, for real (right on) I'm coming down, I'm coming down (cut up) I'm coming down, I'm coming down (cut up) I'm coming down, I'm coming down (cut up) I'm coming down, aye, I'm coming down A knee-deep up in that field, my biggest flaw, kept it to real Lil' bitch said, "She was done with me," I bet she fuck me still Took a lost, had to get back up, ain't had no time to heal Brick for brick how I was built, straight drop syrup, crack the seal Come on, this shit ain't come overnight, been putting down for years Thinking about my nigga dead and gon, shit still gives me chills Rocking shows then go cop the lows, I'm still selling pills ARP whistle when I squeeze, it sings like Lauryn Hill Aye, Texas, Texas, thuggin', living reckless Foreign digital dashboard, got diamonds in my necklace I go chew a Perc', fuck my bitch and do my best shit Boss like I'm Slim Thugga, niggas hate us, they bitches love us I'm coming down, I'm coming down (cut up) I'm coming down, I'm coming down (cut up) I'm coming down, I'm coming down (cut up) I'm coming down, aye, I'm coming down Lately, I began to see signs That you got leaving me on your mind I get a cold, cold feeling when I touch you It's hard to face, but I know the truth