Thought It’d be all jokes
Assumptions of the worst
Case and we go broke
Too soon to speak
In short praise
Let me go smoke
Ugh
Let me go smoke
Anyway, anyway
Better days I loathe
Simple saying to ease the
Pain of the scenes not shown
I found a way to
Dodge the stray of the
We might choke
Or see a bullet dance in air
Till it cleans my throat
Palamar
Up to good luck
Might meet my ghost
2 A.M. by the side
Where the B got toast
Turn to roast over pot
Stick and meet my folk
Young n***a out the lake
Where the function come with cake
Had my momma
Vexed as fuck
When we woke up
To empty space
Got the whip stolen twice
And got my ass beat by Toby
On my Spider-Man shit
In room full of failures
Now a room with azaleas
Where the dead come late
Smack a silver platter snatcher
Trying grab my plate
Yeah her ass got ate
Eat and match my weight
Ain’t have shit all my life
Had to stab my way
Set a beat down for Christ
Yung my yawh got weh
Been with Kristoff n***a
Soyameyase
Sipping cristol n***a
Then I cracked that case
I just yakked that cake