[Intro: ITS HAB]
You damn right
(Load it up, Carl)
ITS
No, no, no, no-no
ITS HAB

[Chorus: ITS HAB]
I'm like a vacant house
I feel all alone, I'm on my own, a crane gon' take me out
She play all my songs like on and on like, "You gon' make it out"
Separate my soul, I got a goal, nothing could faze me now
I know that I'ma make it out, yeah
I'm like a vacant house
I feel all alone, I'm on my own, a crane gon' take me out
She play all my songs like on and on like, "You gon' make it out"
Separate my soul, I got a goal, nothing could faze me now
I know that I'ma make it out, yeah

[Verse 1: ITS HAB]
I ain't never clique up with no n***a, I grew up with mine
Turnin' up the Lakers, I'm a shooter, RondoNumbaNine
I know my heart broken, I don't show it, so I'm doin' fine
I been through a lot, it's hard to trust, so I just stick to mine
Oxy off a dirty Sprite and Xanax, I don't blame 'em
Sometimes you gotta understand the pain that people facin'
Even though sometimes it's hard to live, the world amazin'
All you gotta do is keep your head up and learn patience
[Chorus: ITS HAB]
I'm like a vacant house
I feel all alone, I'm on my own, a crane gon' take me out
She play all my songs like on and on like, "You gon' make it out"
Separate my soul, I got a goal, nothing could faze me now
I know that I'ma make it out, yeah
I'm like a vacant house
I feel all alone, I'm on my own, a crane gon' take me out
She play all my songs like on and on like, "You gon' make it out" (No, no, no, no-no)
Separate my soul, I got a goal, nothing could faze me now
I know that I'ma make it out, yeah

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
Lil' bro got twenty years, he took a deal, so he ain't got a trial
He a stand-up guy, if he in that field, we make his body fall
I took three pink Percocet, this kind ain't got no Tylenol
They left me behind, no one to call on, so I pocket dial 'em
Ridin' through Mobile, me and NoCap in a bulletproof
I just paid a hundred fifty thousand, don't let a bullet through
I'm shoppin' for Rhude, so I always got an attitude
Used to be my n***a, how we got beef when we compatible?
Hate to see me win, long live Dave, you see me, twin
Lot of n***as playin' like they street when they just the median
Only time they give your flowers is when your casket in the carriage
Yeah, a felon can't get no passport, so he named his daughter Paris
How many bodies dropped last summer?
We buy rounds and stay and rumble
He got killed for playin' under
Back on defense, Aaron
Back on defense, Aaron Donald
Slim shit came from Santa Monica
I don't fuck with none of these n***as
Low-key, I'm a Karen
[Chorus: ITS HAB]
I'm like a vacant house
I feel all alone, I'm on my own, a crane gon' take me out
She play all my songs like on and on like, "You gon' make it out"
Separate my soul, I got a goal, nothing could faze me now
I know that I'ma make it out, yeah
I'm like a vacant house
I feel all alone, I'm on my own, a crane gon' take me out
She play all my songs like on and on like, "You gon' make it out"
Separate my soul, I got a goal, nothing could faze me now
I know that I'ma make it out, yeah

[Outro: ITS HAB]
I know that I'ma make it out, yeah
I'm like a vacant house
I know that I'ma make it out