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soon enough...
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Hip-Hop/Rap
soon enough... was released on May 21, 2026 by FrankBeats Ent as a part of the album soon enough... - Single
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Release DateMay 21, 2026
LabelFrankBeats Ent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
B-Mill
B-Mill
Performer
Frank Beats
Frank Beats
Performer
im secretly a ghost
im secretly a ghost
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B-Mill
B-Mill
Lyrics
Frank Beats
Frank Beats
Composer
im secretly a ghost
im secretly a ghost
Lyrics

Lyrics

Oh, Frank
I got this shotgun right up to my head
Praying that soon enough I'll be dead
Losing my mind and my thoughts over you
All the things that I heard, wishing they weren't true
Bitch, where was you when I needed some help?
I thought I needed you when I needed myself
I was just deep in that water like Phelps
I been taking these drugs, it's not good for my health
Lately I been out the way tryna run up a check
While my youngins is giving out belt
How could you win with the card I was dealt?
How could you live with the problems I felt?
So many times I was wishing I'd quit
I done been through so much and got sick of that shit
Permanent scars, ain't no healing that shit
****, I was just popped, now I'm living like Mitch
I put my feelings inside of this spliff
Tryna cope with the fact that I'm missing this bitch
Rockstar life, I got Citchy equipped
If a **** turn mouse then I'm itching to click
I got this shotgun right up to my head
Praying that soon enough I'll be dead
Losing my mind and my thoughts over you
All the things that I heard, wishing they weren't true
I been fucked up since a kid, think my mental is cooked
I don't know what it's like to be normal
I could switch up the swag and go Ricky
From head to my toe, bitch, I'm popping out formal
I was just blocking my blessings
I had to go get in my bag and give thanks to the Lord
****, don't put out your hands tryna get something from me
If you wasn't here through the storm
Hard to slow down, I been moving too fast
Where the fuck was they at? I was down on my ass
Still hoodied up with the gun and my mask
I been scoring a ball, I can't give you no pass
Back in the day, **** said I was trash
I ain't care about school, I was faded in class
****, my funds going up
But regardless of money, my feelings is stuck in a
I got this shotgun right up to my head
Praying that soon enough I'll be dead
Losing my mind and my thoughts over you
All the things that I heard, wishing they weren't true
Written by: B-Mill, Frank Beats, im secretly a ghost
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