Done

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

NLE Top, mmm, bombs like Al-Qaeda (Yung Lan on the track)

Aye, done with the pills, I threw away the Roxys

Done with the bullshit, I don't need nobody

I might just post up with a full clip right in front the projects

I seen a murder 'fore it happen, I'm a murder prophet

I'm sittin' chillin', smokin', makin' a killin'

Tryna make sure that they listen

But I don't think that they hearin', eyes tearin'

I'm not God-fearing, I just hope that God steering

Devil interfering, but this glizzy in Amiris

They won't kill me, they won't drill me, won't peel me

Sincerely, from a **** with no pity, no biggie

Killers killin' without it with me, no Mickey

It ain't no mouses that's runnin' with me

They say Bryson trippin', say he changin', he actin' different

Know it's really fiction, so I'm changin' my chapter with you

Might get in my feelings reminiscin' 'bout past dealings

Meditating, infatuated with peace and real healin'

Drug dealin', real killin' we already witnessed it

New deal for a few mil', they askin' how I'm feelin'

Don't feel real, couple M's, she lovin' how I live

This shit unreal, these hoes, they fuckin' on me just for thrills

I wish that I could get some time back, man, I gotta rewind that

Lotta shit, it set me back, it knocked me off the wrong path

Thuggin', check my rough draft, give your ass a bloodbath

We don't even play fair, you come here, you lay here

Hard workin' young ****, they don't understand I'm tired, though

Bro, like what you tired for? You 'posed to be alive, bro

Lotta shit done came to light, I was lookin' through blindfolds

Livin' in the lies like we trapped up in a cycle

Tryna be rich like them white folks, my third eye woke

Think I want a white Ghost, matte black or painted purple

Green and blue cheese, Geico, blue Mike and Ikes, ho

Off-White in the sunlight, can't forget the Nikes, though

Livin' on a tightrope, I'm balancin' survival

Through the concrete grew a bright rose, I'm on the right road

Potholes, we dodge those, in foreign whips, not Tahoes

I'm in a 'Rari, 'Rari, go

Calamari for the dish, while she give deep throat

Let me know, 'Rari, 'Rari, go

In the car with this chopper and it came with a scope

They like, "That's that boy from Shotta Flow"

Aye, done with the pills, I threw away the Roxys

Done with the bullshit, I don't need nobody

I might just post up with a full clip right in front the projects

I seen a murder 'fore it happen, I'm a murder prophet

I'm sittin' chillin', smokin', makin' a killin'

Tryna make sure that they listen

But I don't think that they hearin', eyes tearin'

I'm not God-fearing, I just hope that God steering

Devil interfering, but this glizzy in Amiris