Till I’m Dead

[Intro]
(Yeah) Yeah
'Til I'm Dead, for real, yeah
(Brainstorm went crazy on the beat)
Huh (Come on, man), for real, yeah, uh, yeah

[Verse]
Yeah
'Til I'm dead I can't trust no thot
If that nigga ain't dead, bitch, we gon' spin the block
Every day I get up work, bitch, and I don't punch no clock
Who the fuck gon' come tell Big Neph what the fuck he not?
'Til I'm dead I can't trust no nigga, I can't trust no bitch
'Til I'm dead I get out my sleep, go and hit a lick
Since I was born, bitch, my mama knew that I been drugrich
'Til I'm dead I'll tell all my opps that they can suck a dick
I hit my Henny, smoke my exotic, get me in my mood
It's either her or the trap, baby, you know what I'ma choose
Pull up Sport Plus plus mode, this shit look like I flew
All my opps dead broke lookin' for excuses and something to do, yeah
Go harder or go home, bitch, I ain't goin' home
Don't get to namedroppin' 'bout that shit, bitch, 'cause I don't know
Top shelf in my Backwood, it got me feelin' like I'm floatin'
Tell a broke boy to his face that you broke, they don't want me to get to exposin', huh
Got my money rag on, bitch, I prayed to that
I grind hard, did what I did, what you gotta say 'bout that?
Fly back to back, road trips, ain't gotta fake that
Don't go complainin' to me 'bout your rent money, I could pay that
'Til I'm dead I'ma up that pole, I'ma hit a lick
'Til I'm dead investin' to myself, not on no bitch
'Til I'm dead never talk to feds, never turn a snitch
'Til I'm dead put my homies on, how we gon' get rich
My grandma love me and I know she proud of how far I came
Auntie hit me, she like, "Neph, I'm proud of how far you came"
They can hate, do what the fuck they want, can't put dirt on my name
'Til I'm dead I'ma talk my shit and I'ma stay the same, yeah
In my yacht drinkin' by myself, they don't know my pain
I go hard for this shit, but won't see stressin' on my face
I told my mama, "I'ma put us on, I'm serious in my face"
If they ain't helpin' and they in the way, then tell 'em get the fuck out my face