Crib Cold, Father Gone

It's two kids in that car seat, I'm wondering what went wrong I'm him but I ain't that Cocky they stopping to come just watch me

I'm doing this shit like Ali, Outside, I ain't been home I keep on dodging feds This jail time on my head I do think bout them red flags, its no peace, I ain't dead I'm way too powerful for my age I'm best off killed so many thoughts inside one brain but his motivation is gettin' the bread

You can fuck every **** you want you still ain't gettin' no money

You can run up a hundred in all blues that still don't change you ugly

I can fuck off a million in all cash they still gone think I'm punchin

I done built up a rap sheet all bad they won't trust Go for nothin'

Tryna pin me in, no Insta Cashes I ain't wanna read the books

You can let them make you a modern slave, but not me, that shit cooked

Tryna ball me out, I done built a name, I ain't finna go out like nook

Ain't no robbing me, you ain't getting a chain, but somebody life gettin' took

In cars we play high speed games you can race me home catch me if you can my mom would say it's a weed thing if you can't love yourself so I smoke every strain

You can burn my hands I'm still gone have that munyun comin' in he wasn't even the oldest he seen mama gettin' hit by a man I could be done in seconds company good but trust I'm cool without it prep up then go in then once you reach that point go up again

In Cars we play high speed games you can race me home catch me if you can my mom would say it's a weed thing if you can't love yourself so I smoke every strain

Crib cold, father gone

It's 2 kids in that car seat I'm wondering what went wrong I'm him but I ain't that Cocky they stopping to come just watch me I'm doing this shit just like Ali outside I ain't been home I keep on dodging feds this jail time on my head I do think bout them red flags, it's no peace, I ain't dead I'm way too powerful for my age I'm best off killed so many thoughts inside one brain but his motivation is gettin' the bread

You keep on rubbing it off, but I know this shit hittin' home I'ma keep on fuckin' it off its my shit grab ya own I keep on dumpin' it gettin' it off we get every gram gon' I need me like 10 bedrooms, no loft's, it's killer's here near my dome I don't wanna reattach none that's burnt it's ashes can't be repaired and I got a bitch who might know her for real so I can't let none be ear her if I hear a clip like you takin' a pic I'ma have you sent back where you stayin' tryna front for a bitch got hit with the stick on his stomach he got hit he got scared

Crib Cold, Father gone

Its's 2 kids in that car seat I'm wondering what when wrong I'm him but I ain't that Cocky they stopping to come just watch me I'm doing this shit just like ali outside I ain't been home I keep dodging feds this jail time on my head I do think bout them red flags, it's no peace, I ain't dead I'm too powerful for my age I'm best off killed so many thoughts inside one brain but his motivation is gettin' the bread