LINE

Old enemies still hit my line
I think they fans now
Used to hit me all the time
Look how it panned out
My future looking bright
I got it planned out
They ask me trevor how it feel to be the man now

All of you mad that i did it
Im getting paid just to talk
Dior on my feet just look how i walk
Crayola we line him in chalk
And i get a bag uh huh
You going out sad uh huh
And you must be mad uh huh
Thinking bout all we could have uh huh

Fuck is you talking bout
Bands in my pocket you know im gon walk it out
You talking shit we dont talk it out
Valet the car we dont park it now
Fucking this bitch and im marching out
I had her back had her arching out
I feel like harden you think that im charging
I step back and draw the foul
Im beating it up and she threw the towel
Myles powell i shoot dont miss
Got this chain on my neck and designer on me
Forgot to go ice out my wrist
I could tell you a bitch
Tell you would switch up and i dont got time for that
Honestly i think im fine with that
Whatever you got i dont want it back
Teeth be golden
Olaf wrist is frozen
You ain't notice
Ain't think that you would notice
Wood panel inside of the ride
Its getting harder to trust you
Like trevor just open your eyes
What a suprise

Funeral:
Look at me, then look at you
No please don't fuss
This could've been us ok
Mac 11 pick it up ima bust ok
Talk to much shut the fuck up ok

Bitch you in denial
Acting like a child
Get mad you gon die oh
Ain't seen you in a while

Ok like where was you at, go get it back
Going out sad, i go out with a bag
Ran up on me now his toe got a tag
I got that beam to his head like he tagged

Don't gotta a friend of me
But you don't got to hate me
Talk around i swear this the last time
You gon degrade me