Casket

Still West Side Art Goon
Craigslist...but don't forget the killer, killer

Chorus:
Imma get this money 'til I'm dead and fucking buried
Even death ain't gonna stop me hopping out the cemetery
I woke up in the morning like, dammit you the man
God dammit you the man, god dammit you the man
And Imma get this money like I'm playing for Madrid
Cristianos on my feet, a couple baddies at the crib
I woke up in the morning like, dammit you the man
God dammit you the man, god dammit you the man

Verse 1:
Perve!
My Uber pulling up
He had to drive I'm drunk as fuck
Pardon me I'm stumblin
Them voices yelling, "Turn it up!"
Turn me down, smoking loud
Turn me on, or turn me round
A thunder cloud appears
So when I think of course a thot will drown
I rain for 40 days and I ruled for 40 nights
Boosted with them 40 thieves and slept around with 40 wives
Only those fake and phony people live important lives
All cool forever lasting gobstopper we don't have to try
Shit if i have to die i beg you build my statue
In the center of the city so it's looking right back at you
When you dream, teacher said i was so strange when i was young
Cuz i marched to my own drum and i never bit my tongue
Don't be sorry for that shit you say
They gone hate you anyway
And pick apart your pockets till the day you lay inside your grave
My coffin made of glass
Tell the world to kiss my ass
Nothing lasts forever so we get it fast, and

Chorus

Verse 2:
Hold Up
Why these fuckers looking at me like I stole something
I must clairvoyant so in tune I [?] something
My frequency and signal changes with them lunar phases
I close my eyes and draw my pistol then take twenty paces
I'm chasing all my bourbon with a smaller shot of burden
I'm talking to myself but couldn't even get a word in
I see her naked sillohuete she dancing in the curtain
Besides myself she probably has to be my favorite person
I know she working with a client at the crib
Cristianos on my feet, she trying get it how she live
She trying to get it how she live
My baby get it how she live