Bitch, I keep a .40
When I'm in my Benz truck
Dyin' while I'm recordin'
But I still keep my Xans up
Trippin' through the morning
Guess what's in my damn cup
Yeah, I guess you're right
Something to trip through the night
While I'm ridin', gettin' high
Don't know how I'm still alive
'Cause I keep tryin' to do shit that I know ain't right
But I don't give a f*ck 'cause I'm still faded
With this music, hope I make it
'Cause if I don't, what will I stay then?
Me and Shawty in the back of the whip
Yeah, we be blazin'
Told her not to worry
'Cause my .40's what I stay with
Ridin' through the night
I know I've been gettin' high
I've been tryin' to feel alive
I'ma crash and f*ckin' die
I try to be painless
So I keep a stainless
Put it to my brain
I guess I'm tryna be brainless
Brainless
Brainless
Yeah
Yo' bitch gave me brain
Now she's brainless
They'll think I'll pull up empty-handed
Tote my stainless
Cocaine, I've been raging
Sniff a whole eight bar, I'm impatient
Racin', while it's rainin', pourin'
I'm flooring, my foreign
I was touring, sugar mama paid me 40 bands
Whatever I want, I'll write in these songs
Ayy, knew it all along,
Yeah, I'm the one, young god
Yeah, 6's tatted, drippin' blood
Oh, wrist slit, rise up
Cut ties with you bums
See how far I go all alone
I'm a saint, clouds surround
As the veil falls, see the devil flyin' through the moon
Yeah, flyin' through the moon
He's a vessel, I see my doom
Yeah, through the moon, oh
Bitch, I keep a .40
When I'm in my Benz truck
Dyin' while I'm recordin'
But I still keep my Xans up
Trippin' through the morning
Guess what's in my damn cup
Yeah, I guess you're right
Something to trip through the night
While I'm ridin', gettin' high
Don't know how I'm still alive
'Cause I keep tryin' to do shit that I know ain't right
But I don't give a f*ck 'cause I'm still faded
With this music, hope I make it
'Cause if I don't, what will I stay then?