All my people right here, right now D'you know what I mean? Yeah, yeah They know what I mean yeah, yeah I met my maker I made him cry And on my shoulder he asked me why His His people won't fly through the storm I said, "Listen up man, they don't even know

So I came too far To end up this way Feeling like I'm I'm God Feeling there's no way It feels like something To live this way Lately things won't go my way Lately everything is grey It feels like nothing

I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside (Southside) Yeah, I'm I'm sellin' coke for real That Draco, that Draco Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one Shout out Deezy and them loc's who Crippin' on the Southside (Southside) I get

That you like somebody Wanna hold somebody Why can't we keep it on the sweet side See how it feels to take a slow ride Well, you know how it goes When you meet somebody But you just can't stand To think about somebody

We are immortal We rise from the wraith We are eternal You are my blood legion Tonight, it feels like a good day to die Tonight, it feels like a good day to rise Tonight, we live Tonight, it feels like a good day to fly

Together we're gonna wait around and die Sometimes I don't even know where this dirty road is taking me Sometimes I don't even know the reasons why I guess I'll keep on ramblin', lots of booze and lots of gamblin' It's easier than just waitin' around to

I kissed a girl and I liked it The taste of her cherry chap stick I kissed a girl just to try it I hope my boyfriend don't mind it It felt so wrong It felt so right Don't mean I'm I'm in love tonight This was never the way I planned

Connect the dots Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico) Running to a pussy and collect his his watch Chasers, chasers, chasers, chasers, gang! When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his his top Yeah, gang! Ayy, brand new Glock .40

It's not my crime, so why do I have to pay? I'm I'm doing time, this feeling I can't shake I'm I'm lost in the suffering for nothing My heart don't understand It's beating for an innocent man I've been a victim of some sorry circumstance That was committed by

I guess I'm I'm on my... on my Don shit Somebody gotta do it Look, no more interviews I'm I'm not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl I brought sand to the beach Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my