[Intro: Sample & young edw ]

(Yeah this for the players out there check out this dope shit mane)

You know who it is mane

[Verse 1: young edw & Snoop Dogg & Interviewer]

Entro in banca

Nuova la giacca

Guarda la scarpa, oouh

No scarpe da DH

Bitch, swaggando e basta

Artefici, di questa casa ma non è di carta

Non servono pills droghe o medici solo sta asta, wait

Pacchi dall'Olanda sembrano mimetici

Non fottere sai che puoi rimetterci

Dico a mi nonna che non m'importa

Di stare ancora in sta casa

Fake, intorno a una corda bitch li metto tutti a nanna

Fai la fila

Wait-

Per una lira

Versi soldi sul conto di mamma (ahah)

Volevo comprar l'amore

In questo mondo c'è chi ti scamma

Da three come Curry

Io shooto la palla

Dicon "Gia troppo che corri"

Bitch what the fuck you want

Gli rispondo "Gia troppo che non inciampo"

(This motherfucker don't miss

Nah he's fucking good

That mo-)

Thirty-three come Larry Bird

Arriviamo ghiacciati, brrrr

Certe persone non sanno cosa si perdono bro

Ten toes down tu non sei attento blud

Non killare il mood quando veniamo dal mud

[Chorus: buJee]

In the trap I feel like Weezy I ain't got no ceilings

I know you didn't believe me I said fuck em feelings

I know you didn't believe me I said fuck em feelings yuh

In the trap I feel like Weezy I ain't got no ceilings

[Verse 2: buJee]

Hop out the trap, pants sagging

Pull up with Cava like "what's happening?"

With Leo Lung listening to "LIVING LAVISH"

Lately I feel I been disconnected

Give her my all, that just didn't happen

I ain't want love I needed attention

Wanted to ball, why you playing Madden?

I wanted to rap I needed a message

Made a mess tryna come back from that

Acting like it was still the same

Loathed the thought of having lost myself

In my own head do I see the change?

Young C the twin why I see him vain?

Putting up walls all around my brain

Orse been the inspo

Illusion we tenfold

On my respect I could die today bitch

As a result, I thought I was real to this

Added the salt when I felt the guilt and shit

Added the salt when I used to sugarcoat

White Corvidae look like a sugarcoat

Got shit in bulk, bit what I couldn't chew alone

Waited on an album to come through my fucking phone

Not comin through for myself I was stuck in the usual

I recognize that shit made me who the hell I am now

I recognize the old me in my eyes it don't mean I ain't proud

Bitch I fell on ten feet and got up the same way I went down

Illusion that's my soul Cecina run this shit like blood hounds

Wait what

[Outro: young edw & buJee]

(Fa-fa-fa-fa)

Yeah

Grrah (pah pah)

Weeezy, I ain't

(Brrrah)

I know you didn't believe me I ain't got no feelings (no feelings bitch)

In the trap I feel like Weezy mane, fuck em ceilings

Listen

Trap, trap shit

I feel like Weezy no ceilings bitch

(Fosho)

And I ain't believe her she ain't got no feelings (tu-fa-fa)

RIP Lil Xelly

Illusion 4life

Ain't no feelings bitch

You know that