Tombstone

5AM Digital going global

LJS on the beat

Look, man, don't get it misconstrued, bruh, this shit is not a diss

This a message to my opps because y'all clearly ain't on shit

From this point on, we ain't got no smoke, I'm just gon' take ya bitch

Then send her back, then she gon' tell you how I'm ready to send a blitz

**** talking 'bout a diss song

Bitch, when you die, your tombstone getting pissed on

**** stole from me, don't kill him, just make sure his wrist gone

She took my love for granted, shoulda never gave that bitch stones

Middle finger with the five, or you ain't know I'm from that six zone

He in a fish bowl, finna be shitface 'cause Caeleb want his shit blown

You don't like me and I don't like you, and I bet it's known

Let **** do some', we been at each other this long

They tryna blackball me up out the industry

The same **** I signed to act like they don't fuck with me

I'm tryna see what he wanna do and what he want with me

Stop worrying 'bout what I'm gon' do, how 'bout you come and see?

I tell you now, I ain't yo' twin, don't ever call me that

I hit her once then send her home, I ain't never calling back

Rico told me "Cae, chill out," it's too late for all of that

It's too late, I'm riding with this Draco, thirty in my lap

I'm tryna bend it over, buss it, baby, fuck me like you love me

Tryna run a couple million up before this shit get ugly

Tryna go, I let my ceiling up, they say the reaper coming

Man, this shit feel like a jungle, tryna keep from going under

King vamp, I'on come out in the daytime

The only time we gon' connect is through a FaceTime

I'm taking over, this shit mines, and I can't waste time

Still seeing money in my sleep, I guess I'm fake blind, bitch