Okay, Gramz

When this shit fall who you gon' run to?

Take a soul, no regrets, **** can't undo it

Get away, fly away, ****, I want to

But I'm so stuck in this shit, I got numb to it

They say it get better as time go by, but shit, that was a lie

I lost T.O and Drip and the same damn time, 3 weeks after that, that's when Risky had died

I'm so numb to this shit, I can't even fuckin' cry

All the shit that I did with that stick and that fire

Guess I'm being punished by being alive

I ain't runnin' from death, bitch, I'm ready to die

****, I'm two feet on the concrete with the heat

****, stop playin' like you bitch **** lookin' for me

Tell the truth, I'on think I'll never go industry

Granny say, ''Baby too deep in the streets''

A bulletproof truck can't never stop shit

.57s and .762s through that bitch

I pop a Perc' when I'm hurt

Put them cameras down, just popped a glitch for the twitch

Better yet, never mind, I need to feel this shit

Let me show 'em how real it can get

Walk 'em down with that Choppa, watch 'em lock up and twitch

I just locked up a batch with some dope on my wrist

I'll be damned if I chase any broke-ass hoes, I rather pay Elon to build me a bitch

Wrong or right, don't regret nothin' I ever did, 9 times out of 10 I burnt down the bridge

Fuck him, let his mom'nem love him, but she prolly don't either

Daddy pissed off 'cause he raised him a wiener

Should have open a smoke shop and buy the arena

Lil' bro get paid to turn **** to reefer

Closed casket, **** can't see him, John Cena

Knock 'em all off before they get issues

And fuck a rap ****, bitch, I'on wanna mingle

Not unless you tryna push my new single

I seen you rap **** jump from dick to dick to dick

Just like a diva, just like a thot bitch, just like a eater

Put that Glock to his head, make him go in that goyard bag and give that shit up like Caresha

****, I'm gettin' crazy bread, hold off on Marinara, my pockets filled up with Lil' Caesars

I can go to the bank and walk out with some cheese sticks

Once the Chop' get dirty it's a Slim Jim beef stick

You can keep all the love, you can keep all the fake shit, like, I'm constipated, bitch, I'll never need shit

Walk around with a life vest on and a pair with some floaties, I threw on my bling, it's sea sick

When this shit fall, who the fuck you gon' call? Ain't nobody to call, better swim or you'll sink in it

Okay, Gramz