[ Featuring Lute, Southside Gauxst ]
We up now too, congratulations too, yeah
C n*a up like a Goodyear blimp, can't call me bro
Keep a gas mask for niggas that want that smoke
Shawty don't do drugs, but told me that my dick was dope
Bobbin' and weavin', if they sneezin', it's corona, ain't no joke
Upper respiratory problems got me prayin' for my granny
Cause she got bronchitis, and I don't wanna panic
But goddammit, they threw us in the ocean, wearin' handcuffs
Sinkin' to the bottom, scuba-divin' for some answers
Sergeant Capricorn, Britton, Pisces, and Kayden Council
I'm that Gemini daddy that's tryna find the balance
Life never been easy, shit, growin' up was a challenge
EBT alone and me would crush Doritos on my sandwich
In love with her, but she don't want nothin' to do with me
Cause all that shit I did, that attention run got a fool in me
Battlin' PTSD, I always kept a tool on me
Got robbed by that nigga Silk, shit, I thought he was cool with me
Shontay was the driver, I done knew it was some trainin' wheels
My brother wanted him dead, I had to beg him to let him live
I was done with the trappin', karma is a bitch
Look how it panned out, 'cause Tune home, now we rich, yeah
You know a na prayed for this shit, real talk
You know I stay focused, and we up now, yeah
C na up like a Goodyear blimp, can't call me bro
Keep a gas mask for niggas that want that smoke
Shawty don't do drugs, but told me that my dick was dope
Bobbin' and weavin', if they sneezin', it's corona, ain't no joke
C n*a up like a Goodyear blimp, can't call me bro
Keep a gas mask for niggas that want that smoke
Shawty don't do drugs, but told me that my dick was dope
Bobbin' and weavin', if they sneezin', it's corona, ain't no joke
I would say I took some losses, but it really was lessons
I was analyzing it wrong until I changed my direction
I had to stop looking for answers, some shit just ain't clear
I got robbed by a nigga I knew for fifteen years
Bounce back from it, ain't gon' lie, it f*ck with me still
I put Chanel through some shit, and she stuck with me still
I'm here fighting for respect, but I ain't making no noise
These crackers standing on my neck like I'm third-world Floyd
Black bodies, they collect, hold them up like awards
It ain't a loss that I accept, I guess we goin' to war for sure
There's so much drama in the hood, and it's way too common
I'm still repairing the relationship that I need with my mama
Risk it all to prosper, gotta step out on the limb
Some niggas burn bridges with me, I hope they can swim
You know the type to f*ck up a pack, say they need more
Taking food out of my kids' mouth to feed yours, that's foul, though
I'm really from them trenches, I can't talk about what I saw, though
Get your funds up, then your guns up, that's law, though
The times we livin' in got me inspired
I took this chance to clear my mind, now my hustle ignited
I left game in my verses, check your audio diet
Got the touch like I'm Midas, minus greedy desires
Too many niggas from my hood let that money divide 'em
I'm up just like your pilot, ain't no plan until you write it
Na, what's happening?
C na up like a Goodyear blimp, can't call me bro
Keep a gas mask for niggas that want that smoke
Shawty don't do drugs, but told me that my dick was dope
Bobbin' and weavin', if they sneezin', it's corona, ain't no joke
C n*a up like a Goodyear blimp, can't call me bro
Keep a gas mask for n**s that want that smoke
Shawty don't do drugs, but told me that my dick was dope
Bobbin' and weavin', if they sneezin', it's corona, ain't no joke
Let's keep it two Virgils, just keep it real
I ain't tryna fight, I'm tryna heal
I just bought a house up on the hill, paid that shit in tears
Keep it transparent, 'cause some niggas live in fear
My daughter's dollhouse 'bout the size of these ns' cribs
Ns had the nerve to tell me, "Get it how I live," so I did
Drinking water 'cause rap deals don't co-medicate
God forbid, somethin' occur, guess my priorities f*cked up
Cause my gold grills in sherl, hope you flourish
Hold on to a dollar like you Buckwheat
Gotta put some gold on your buckteeth
Heated bucket seats 'cause shit get cold on the west side
Gotta be discreet 'cause ns ride with they chest high
I got the heat, but this ain't Popeyes
Ns aim like they cock-eyed
I hold it down like a tripod
Niggas played out like czzan
Boy, you cap, now you CapGod
Don't get slapped tryna act hard
Tryna prove that you got heart
She gon' say, "That's cool, but you stupid"
Pick your battles, now you gotta ask, "Was it worth losin'?"
Big ugly, Mick Foley
Don't console me, let me grieve in peace
Rest in peace to old me
