DON’T DIE

Look nigga, I've been this way
Since them niggas loaded up them
Shotgun shells and shot
My older cousin Nessa all in his face
Fuck niggas talkin'
My teachers called me a disgrace
Had to pull up on 'em last
Weekend in the big Wraith
I sold work on sick days and ripped Js
I spent days tryna duck the ricochets
'Cause we were tryna figure which
Clique played with the shooter
Nowadays you boys just tryna
Figure who click play
I made bitches and made niggas
Y'all boys just bitch made niggas
I flip it like a swiss, switchblade, nigga
Fuck around with me
Come run the town with me
I do it for my dogs and niggas
That's down with me
He spent around 50 tryna look like
Us, tryna flex with some bottoms
But let's address it proper
I mean, I find it funny they give me the same
Bundle without spendin' money, they just
Give it to me, 'cause I'm poppin'
More honesty and less lies
Skirted the McLaren off the lot, shit
I bought it as a test drive
I took the jet for the fuckin' 110th time
Hoping that I don't go out like
Aaliyah or a Left Eye
Shit, I'm the greatest
I'm the people's favorite
Thanks to God's graces
I been number one in all these peoples' faces
So amazing how I made it from the
Mazes and the phases change faces
But I'm back to being basic
How many years am I gon' spend being famous?
Actin' like I'm normal, like I
Don't realize I made it
Like I don't realize I'm famous
Like I don't realize every time
I walk around the city
They look at me like the greatest
All-time hated nigga, put me in your playlist
Trunk on the front of McLaren's
That need a waitlist
So when I back, back, I'm frontin' on fuck
Niggas, that told me I'll never made it
In my Audemar Piguet wrist
I hop the plane in sweats and the
Bathing Ape kicks, 50 pointer bracelets
Man's best fragrance i'm still ballin'
These foul niggas is still flagrant
I ain't got no business talkin'
Just a bill statement
See the lights from a far away
I still feel close on the
Nights when I'm far away i comin' home
Workin' at nights to a hard day
Tryin' to avoid nights in the
Hallway sellin' hard ye
Back when you was hip-hoppin'
And watchin' Kanye i was coach hoppin' and
Sleepin' inside a Hyundai
Made bands out of any floor
At your mom place tryna duck the crime rate
Where the fuck was my mindstate?
I cry real tears thinkin' bout my mom face
If she was here, I'm thinkin'
What would my mom say?
She'd say, I'm well-accomplished
She'd say I really did it
She said don't let her settle
For no penny pincher
I, will not lose, no, I refuse niggas
I, 2 plus 2 niggas, I school niggas
She wanna get high, fuck with a cool nigga
48 floors, check out my view nigga
Uh, I already know the outcome
I may have fucked it up with
Nicki right before this album
My ex on me like Malcolm
She know we can't be together
But still be askin' me
"How come?" I know the shit crazy
My life upgraded and I ain't going backwards
Closest thing going backwards is
Me rollin' Backwoods
Lookin' at you niggas like
There's no more factors
Until the story over like
There's no more chapters fargo