Pose

vampire fangs

souljah

so new

brat

sommes royaux

LifeW/U

issues

came up in this world just a lost cause
i jot bars and making all these rap songs
so maybe i blow up and stop dictating all the traps brah
im smokin to my lungs rot im coughin up the blood clot
someday when my sun stopped i picked up all the rubbish
to fill the hole inside me bitch im smokin every substance
i search my brain for intellect cuz there no room for dummies
im up late in my mind i tend to do dis all the time but then im right back where i started i feel this life was never mine
i rly love to play the bitch i need a new controller
marijuana fill the room my parents hate the oder
turnin 21 but im not feeling that much older and the racks still growin it aint movin any slower
dont bite the hand that feeds cuz imma serpent lika cobra
texas poker onna nigga imma make the fucka hold em
and my niggas by my side because to them i never folded
beat the bitch up till its swollen cuz thats how i pass the anger
gucci collar sittin nice i grab it off the hanger
u wasnt with me buyin grams so i dont call that boy my ganger
private plane thats in the air but back in class i used the paper
foldin paper taught me how to get when the shit when it come later
needed someone to look up to cuz i didnt have a hand
u getting mad at all i do but couldnt teach to be a man
im the one that i look up to i just do with what i can but i wont ever understand the pain you put forth on yourself
expensive taste and boujee bitches eating all up on my health 
i want designer clothes im rockin shows but she want all my wealth
creepin thru the backdoor cuz with time i mastered stealth
and with that time i lost myself i had to deal with what i dealt
had to grab whats off the shelf and got addicted to the spell
my white girl dont like you niggas but you come back for the smell
its like with every thought i have it tears me down and doesnt help 
its like the money multiply i thank my god for what i sell
im thanking god for all the plugs that couldnt keep it to themselves
posting for the public eye but getting mad when they in jail
i like to fuck up all the money and make her sing just like adele
carpet stains of liquor if they could talk they tell a tale



im like a father thats on murray i deny the accusations 
i like all the sounds of cash i put the c thats in the cadence 
i dont care bout what you sayin 
aint no money for the waiting
popped a bar im seein faces
i cant deal with complications
all this money grow on trees you gotta water up ya seed
i tell her i got what she need she pull up in a breeze
pop my shit i do with ease but nun my swag it come for cheap
carbon on me for the niggas that forgot im out reach
pay attention to the clues i taught you how to weave
dodge the cops and move the rocks we heading back for weed
somethin tells me you aint been this low before
the plug just called me i aint hitting back this pack im finna score
give my love out to a whore but thats just all i ever knew
i keep it coo for all my brothas in the end they never true
i smoke gorilla bitch its glue and i enjoy the way im feelin 
hit the roof i hit the ceilin if the feds come hide the riches
oh my god i made a living servin junkies paid prescriptions
i got hi tech in my kitchen ease the pain off  with the sippin 
i said i said
oh  my god i made a living servin junkies paid prescriptions
i got hi tech in my kitchen ease the pain off  with the sippin 
i said i said ya

so new

kooda

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