@LostSoulBaby

I got the Glock in my yoga pants

Fucking that bitch in a yoga stance

Swangin' that K with an open stance

Loaded from smoking that opium

Stain a lil' boy in the clothes he's in

All of my walls, they closing in

51-50, they tryna come get me

Just minding my business and moseying

Matte black, smokin' packs

Panic attacks, back to back

Xanax on my lap, debating (hmm)

Should I relapse?

But back to the hoe I was talkin' 'bout

I just wanna put it up in her mouth

Pimping up in my blood, what's up cuz?

Thuggin' that dirty South

Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey 59

Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side

$licky pull up in a quarter mill' and slaughter up your daughter

Yung Jesus with them Forgi wheels don't walk, he drive on water (ay!)

Any time, any place, any hood, any state

Good 'til it fuckin' ain't, Woods to the fucking face

Ridin' with my baby Sage, lines on expensive plates

Tears on my diamond chains, stoic, never looking phased

Poet when I'm spitting game (game)

Show me how that pussy shaved (shaved)

Dosage climbin' with my shame (shame)

Mama crying for my pain (pain)

Will they ever understand?

Can I even help my dad?

Money fuckin' up my fam'

Givin' until there's nothing left

Pulling up in that latest (damn!)

Choppa stay on me, don't need no hands

Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends

Hoe we just fucking, I don't date fans

I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans

Went to my hood and I copped some land

Blowing through money like Democrats

Two-step on the IRS, fuck a tax

Why the fuck you look to me for help?

There ain't an ace in the cards I was dealt

I'm 31, still don't know how to take care of myself

Honestly, I'm scared that I might melt

Leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt

Maybe in the next life I'll come back as a nice belt, I don't know

There's a fine line between me and you

The biggest difference is I'll snort that shit and prolly puke

Dodge and juke all the bullshit y'all try and pull me through

But I'm still shinin', baby girl wildin'

Catch me ridin' by with that look in my eyes

Palms start to sweat, by the way I'm grippin' my nine

Yeah, I'm always on my toes but I'm still the same height

Standin' tall over my grave

Make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved

Make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made

I can't put them on my wall, that shit just ain't my taste

It ain't my taste, it ain't my taste

Lil' shawty wanna marry me, I said, "You're better off in debt!"

If it didn't work out baby, I'll be real hard to forget

German whips and private jets, private beaches to access

Fuck on me baby, I'm still a mess and no that ain't a threat

I ride for my family, that's Grey 59

Try and be all I can be, and I waste my time

On the brink of insanity, I can't make up my mind

Yeah, I battle my vanity and I think I'm blind 😵