Lifeline

[Chorus: GucciAK47s]
Said "Baby can you hold the pistol, if behind us it’s cop cars?"
I know it’s registered, they just wanna kill a pop star
We be out when it’s nightfall, still don’t care for the pop charts
How can I love you if I don’t know what we are
Please baby, tell the feds I’m just an artist
Tell them I’m harmless, they fear me regardless
I’m a target, turn up and go the hardest
Life on the line you know I’ll step bout all this

[Verse 1: GucciAK47s]
Don’t hit my line feds tap it to slap charges
Don’t waste my time just get on the bed and arch it
I keep my fire any minute them boys could barge in
10 million on tax margins bout you I go all in
Glock burn like arson and it roar like the exhaust kit
Put that in sport mode now I’m coughing in my coffin
Cemetery walls and floors thought I was Jocelyn
And I’m living on the hills like Mr. Gaulden (BSN)

[Chorus: GucciAK47s]
Said "Baby can you hold the pistol, if behind us it’s cop cars?"
I know it’s registered, they just wanna kill a pop star
We be out when it’s nightfall, still don’t care for the pop charts
How can I love you if I don’t know what we are
Please baby, tell the feds I’m just an artist
Tell them I’m harmless, they fear me regardless
I’m a target, turn up and go the hardest
Life on the line you know I’ll step bout all this

[Verse 2: KTB Droy]
They said play with the cards you dealt
I quit 'cus I ain’t like my hand
Everybody taking handouts but ain't put out their hand
That’s your bitch for 5 years but she gon' fuck for my advance
Told her I wanna fuck on the couch, like James David Vance
She want Ricks, I don’t love her so I’ma get her Vans
Can’t diss without repercussions, we got drums like a band
Pull out 10 bands from my pocket make her take off my pants
Depression kill me daily but I just do what I can
Fake it 'til you make it I won life without a plan
I’m in Miami with my heat not Jimmy, I’m like Bam
Pull up shoot above the rim, I hop out let it blam
They hit my phone said Jah ain’t make it and I cried like damn
I can’t keep you around if you put it all on the cam
Living my life for real I might fuck 'round delete the gram
She like the butterfly doors she wanna fuck me in the Lamb’
Cabo, Turks and Caicos, fly around just for a tan

[Chorus: GucciAK47s]
Said "Baby can you hold the pistol, if behind us it’s cop cars?"
I know it’s registered, they just wanna kill a pop star
We be out when it’s nightfall, still don’t care for the pop charts
How can I love you if I don’t know what we are
Please baby, tell the feds I’m just an artist
Tell them I’m harmless, they fear me regardless
I’m a target, turn up and go the hardest
Life on the line you know I’ll step bout all this