Crisis (feat. 21 Savage)

(Yeah)

Wake up, out at 6:00

Think 'bout money

Then 'bout this

I got nothin' on my wrist

But I'll still gladly take yo' bitch

Ay, ay who produced that beat? (Yeah)

Ay, yeah yes sir-y I did (Ay)

Got that ass on me, sound like I'm from New York City

Airbnb gon' fuck in it

She know that I do the music

Always cook at home I'm tryna save up

Tryna do my friends some favors

Gave her head, she facing backwards (Backwards)

Ay, twenty-seven shows

I go through cities

Every now and then

I'll watch the crowd

They're jumpin' watchin' me

Cut-cut to days ago

I'm just kid not old enough to smoke a cig

They wonder what's the recipe

They want me to come home

I can hear the drum rolls

But understand I'm out here for a reason

(Ay, ay) Li-living in my own home

Father miss me, I know

But also we know that I'm on a mission

I got diamonds on my fist and shit

Diamonds on my wrist and shit

So icy bitch, I'm colder than a freezer (Bling bloaw)

My main bitch bitchin' (21)

Side bitch trippin', bitch I love y'all both

But none of y'all ain't no keepers (I leave ya)

Rolls Royce look like Jeepers Creepers

Made a million dollars with Adidas

Pay to have a ticket **** off my beeper

Take this shit to trial ****. I'm gon' beat it

Spilled my lean, it got me heated

Say one time I don't repeat it

Baby, get down on your knees and eat it (Eat it, eat it)

Walking out of Louis V, with the big box

Yeah, pull the Saint Laurent

I made a pit stop

John Savage walk around with the big Glock (21)

With that .30 hanging out, ****, that's hip-hop (Fast)

Car too fast, 12 can't stop me (Skrrt)

Bitch too bad, hoes can't flock me (21)

You was runnin' from the smoke, **** not me (On God)

Rich Chigga, 21 Savage, now it's O.D. (21)

Wake up, out at 6:00

Think 'bout money

Then 'bout this

I got nothin' on my wrist

But I'll still gladly take yo' bitch

Ay, ay who produced that beat? (Yeah)

Ay, yeah yes sir-y I did (Ay)

She act like a bird

I wish she made out of fur

Y'all might say he gettin' money

Claim that he's entrepenuer

Fast car life, Fast and Furious

She throw it back, DeLorean

I'm sittin' in somebody's BMW recording this

Not my whip, not my whip

Rather walk or take a Lyft

On a trip I hit the shit

That made me sad and then I dip

Brian learnin', how to live it, damn

People 'round them going circles

Head is spinnin' with no vision

Used to play the drums, though

Never liked to know

Lil' Brian didn't see the bigger picture (Ay)

Ra-rap on my own beats so

My 100 percent goes straight to my lil' pockets

And I keep it

Wake up, out at 6:00

Think 'bout money

Then 'bout this

I got nothin' on my wrist

But I'll still gladly take yo' bitch

Ay, ay who produced that beat? (Yeah)

Ay, yeah yes sir-y I did (Ay)

Got that ass on me, sound like I'm from New York City

Airbnb gon' fuck in it

She know that I do the music

Always cook at home I'm tryna save up

Tryna do my friends some favors

Gave her head, she facing backwards (Backwards)