So it's gonna be forever, or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over, if the high was worth the pain

Go on, Mr. X lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane

Go on, Mr. X lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane

So it's gonna be forever, or it's gonna go down in flames

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

You gotta know who is the X lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

I told the bro, let's go sit back and drive

I ain't never played no games, he blocks a big ol' nine

Snakes and dimes, bet the world gon' change in 2029

I don't give a fuck, as long as burned, I'm gon' be fuckin' fine

I'm gon' find any fuckin' reason to get off this nine

Nah, I got a bank, I hope he got a mind

No, I'm gon' switch up the time, fuckin' **** stuck with mine

Say I got a blank space, I fill it with that fuckin' prime

Okay, battle a bitch, can't get a pen

I'm the only block with a hundred browns and a big ol' six

**** ain't gettin' bread

I ain't do this shit with envy

I ain't tell no fuckin' past, but like Bossman, you can get it when you get it

We be tryin' to find the truth, knowin' that this shit get sticky

Instead of givin' them the blues, **** ain't fuckin' with me

Let's see on the shoes

Know I'm comin' on and I'm comin' through

Heard that 50 shot

Now they runnin' silly

And see, I never wanted to go this way

But Burnham told me I can't go the other way

Go the other way

I just tried to go another way

Told him I can't try no more, I gotta find another way

But I sit with Starbucks lovers

Ain't really takin' handouts from these ****

20 bars, they love a stutter

And you know I gotta keep a column

Can't let shit get really cut like butter

Yeah, you got a bald head

Told the **** shoot a fuckin' jumper

Okay

Know them boys trip on them tools

They prayin' on my thong for a hoover

Now the **** fuckin' lose

Why you hope I fuckin' lose

**** can get it too

Can get it smacked down on the bed

Call me R-Truth

Think I'm goin' crazy

I can't trust that

Please don't get involved

I might hit your top

Clean up all three

Someone get the mop

Woodsman with a gun

Call me Deadshot

Okay

Bad la bitch, can't get a penny

I just spent on this block with a hundred round and a big ol' semi

**** ain't gettin' bread

I can do this shit with envy

I ain't tellin' fuckin' passports like Bossman

You can get it wet

I been tryin' to find the truth

Knowin' that this shit get sticky

Instead of givin' them the blues

Nickname fuckin' Benji

Let's see you on the shoes

Knowin' that I'm comin' through

Heard that 50 shot

Now they runnin' silly

Okay

And tryin' to get all of these fuck **** out of the way

I just be chillin' and stackin' my bread

Yeah, I really be gettin' that cake

Hittin' the block and trippin

My **** be stackin' and stackin' their weight

Said I don't really gon' shine

Cause you doubted this shit

And you said that I can't

Why did you say that we can't

I just be feelin' the wave

I be chillin' and blockin' them

And then I'm bangin' in the waves

And I'm toppin' on the country noise

Country noise

Ten ball up in the

Mmm, mmm, mmm

Get us a plate

Ayy