Nine Three Six

When I die, put me in a mausoleum

Wearing Demna Gvaslia

Till the death, need my per diem, I should reup

All these headshots, and hollow tips, ain't hard to reach 'em

Send this money to the shell account in Argentina, part of me should try to

Feel the way I felt when I was no one

Instead of making plays, gotta stay to watch my nephew grow up

Hard to know what's real anymore when I'm looking at the ceiling of the bunk

Hard to show up when my feelings validated by your love

Like it ain't hard enough

To wake up every morning as it is

And that's how it's been, I feel it's twice as bad for y'all

Too many diamonds make the watch heavy

It's a wrist breaker

I'm a bitch taker, get paper

Switch fits, you mistake 'em

This rate, I been ballin'

You been fake, you been fraudin', I'm over that

'Cause you back on that bullshit

And I'm back on my shit, bull

It's wishful thinking that you'd have a dog in this fight, you should wish more

'Cause I'm Vick, bull

And I stand that ground, dog

The one that you went and ran back on

You the type we should go and pull masks on

And ask what the fuck did you ever came back for

As soon as you thought you were getting as good as my last song

Had to go and prove that wrong

Get smacked and laughed at where I'm from, they'd tell you that's a bad jawn

And I ain't worried 'bout a dollar, but whether I get my next spin

This is not a fight club, we jumping you if you step in

So tell a bitch-ass muhfucker it's destined

And I been all around the world and back

So what the fuck do y'all know when you ain't stepped out your backyard?

I know none of y'all are thurl as that

So stop talking down on me, actin' tough when you tryna act hard

They told me put my old shit back up

I gave them tracks up

I made a million off this, y'all lucky that I never act up

I keep my boys fed and my family's racks up

Oh no, oh no, and on the—

And on the low, when I exchange, I'm iffy about the hand

Balenciaga pants, with or without 'em, I'm still the man

It's different, do what I want

You bitchin', do what you can

I keep it the way it's been

You switch up and ditch the fam

Oh God, on God, on God

Why do they act up?

A long time coming, and a longer time has us dead

Get me to the start of the ending

It's way too late to stay as much as it's tempting me

It's tempting me

It's tempting me

I watch myself look back at all the things that I've done

The person I have become

In the last few years

And I wouldn't change it for the world

Why the fuck would I change it for you?

Why would I change it for you?

Why would I change it for you?

Do you know who the fuck you are?

'Cause I know who the fuck I am

And I will never change for you

Yeah

I remember back, 2016

A '97 Ford, 250,000 miles on it

Seems forever ago, was making fifteen songs a week in the basement, just me and Drew

I wish we could've seen the future on a split screen

Was slept on back then, now muhfuckas wishing that they would wake up in this dream

'Cause we ain't shopping at the mall no more

We fuck around and spend a thousand on Rick jeans

Ten bands on a wrist piece

Advancing to give these muhfuckas a taste of the medicine that they'd give me

Lil' bitch, please

Either get with it or let my clique breathe

This is not the same energy that I would expect if you made up to the big leagues

I been me

After everything that I've been seen

I wouldn't trust a soul, keep my head up whenever it gets mean

Ain't signed on no 360, we split it up over on this team

Target up over their head, never missing a moment to make sure this shit bleeds

And they still sleeping on me