’98 Corolla

[Intro: Ingo]
Yo C, where the fuck have you been at bro?

[Verse: Connis]
It’s funny — when shit gets real it feel just like a dream
Like how did I get right here with all this dread on me?
We been through everything put that on everything
Bet my city really bet on me they put their bread on me
Lose my mind like every month no I ain’t got no head on me
I told Dully I was focused he said, “Boy you better be!”
Whip a ’98 Corolla down Mass Ave it’s Connis, bitch
Like they relate to who I am but I’m still on some other shit
Last year done fucked me up R.I.P to Rizzo Rackz
I took people out my corner put them right up on my back
This shit deeper than you thought we been seeping through the cracks
In the soil for a minute now I’m leaking out my bag
Filled it right up to the top, y’all been sleeping on my ass
I been dreaming in my real life I can’t leave it in the past
It’s hard to say goodbye to family it was easier to pack
Drive right off inside that UHAUL a thousand miles with no crash