Can’t hold your hand through this shit I help you with all of your problems but (but) You’re becoming one for me too (for me too) Tired of hearin’ about the bills you gotta pay (pay) ‘Cause I got 'em too (I got them too, yeah I got them too) I got real

With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our father, if I should die before I wake Uh! Yeah, yeah Fuck 'em, yeah, uhh

Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she

Keep playing them songs, keep singing along Keep leaning it on in closer Keep salting the rim, getting even with her That first kiss was like a Colorado hit 'Til we can't remember Can't remember what we came here to forget And with him before the night

And as you leave You must know you are beloved Before you leave Remember I was with you I won't hold you back beloved Austere enthroned in white grandeur A whisper of where you sailed ahead

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew And you never liked it, and you never liked them My Lambo gon' skrr, my crib ain't got service I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool Gotta watch the dukes, can't

The pain we love is taking shape A burning lust to touch the flame Against the wall, we fall from grace Over and over again The same old script, just different lies You disappear without a trace Concealing the crimes on your face In darkness, you're all

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

Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it That’s what I did when I came in the room and I hit her with the uh (Hit it!) When a nigga hit the plug, when a nigga hit the trap and I hit em with the pump Look at the pot, look at the egg beater, hit

When you fall down Will you back out As you crawl through life with no crown? Though you preach love, you package lies Just a pawn in a kings disguise Don’t stop breathing in the chemicals Pockets of evergreen are your amphetamine Please stop feeding