Lyrics

Yo, uh
Yeah
Uh
I got that same flow you remember hearing growin' up
Next time you hear my name it's probably 'cause it's blowin' up
Satisfied with first but looking for the best
Yes, you might've entered early, I'm the only one that's left
I'm gonna take the world, not give a fuck if people try to stop me
Your flow stay put together, when the verses that you copy
I feel consumed, but it's not by my fucking doom
I thought I start drinking at 8, so then I'm fucked up by noon
I book a flight to the moon, walk off like I'm Boone
Ending lives but I'm far from the tomb
Grew up in April then I peaked in June
Freebasing drugs from a needle and spoon
End up on the streets where I'm probably at
Released my demons in a body bag
Take me away 'cause I don't need all that
Or wait for me 'cause I'll be right back
Look both ways, and I hear the smack
And the sun goes down, and it turns to black
People crowd around, can't see where I'm at
2 dimes come closer with double-D racks
So I figure that I'm dead, now lay down the mat
Before I gotta go, I gotta finish what I had
A fat tuck of weed and a bottle of Jack
Fifty bucks in the front, hundred more in the back
Then I start to see people I ain't seen in so long
God greeted me at the gate with a blunt and a bong
He said, "What the fuck is up, where the hoes at?
Got a little bit of weed and a crushed up Prozac
If you know that, you should hold that
And let them know where the motherfucking flow's at"
"Okay, my turn, let me hit it quick, man, I'm feeling lit"
"Man, are you feeling it?"
"Yeah, I'm feeling high
But I don't wanna die, 'cause I gotta make right in my other life"
I'm begging, "Please let me go back for a couple of days
And I swear we won't talk shit about all the things that we do praise
That's not the way that I was raised or the way that I was brought up"
I hear some voices in my head, and my whole body shot up
And now I'm back, hopefully here forever
I bring the heat in 20-degree weather
I see me better than you see yourself
Ask some questions, you all need some help
Count coupons on your ass stocking shelves
If you don't know my name then you probably can't spell, live inside a well
And then I realized I wasn't on earth, I was simply in hell
Written by: Connor Gilbert
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