We’re Killing Ourselves

[Hook]
Dead faces, is all I see
Off the grid, you don't know me
I come through, Takahashi jeans
No proof when I leave the scene (Shh)
You can’t see if I blur your vision
When the .40 pop, that's a firm collision
I'll go ghost, giving no position
They say, “He full of life“
But he don’t fit that description

[Verse]
If I pass out, it's from all the ways I'm counting cash now
Bag route, had to switch directions but I'm glad I'll
Grab that .45 if you bad mouth
I know that you a pussy so
Tell me, how does that sound?
They take what they want
In return they come to help
They fake a response
But we're killing ourselves

[Hook]
Dead faces, is all I see
Off the grid, you don't know me
I come through, Takahashi jeans
No proof when I leave the scene
No proof when I leave the scene
No proof when I leave the scene