Released on July 1, 2016

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[Verse 1]

Money could never make me, I make money

Everybody dies when my day's coming

Top five, dead or alive

They're looking at me, someone get 'em a life

It's me and Josh, I can't trust a friend

Unless it's Fost, I've got Fost till the end

I had a tazer and a cosh like a fed

Now I dance to show my watch, call me Dex

Hardly show my face, got shit to do

I ain't chilling on road today

Everybody wanna rep now, got me upset cause

You hardly know the place, but I clocked it

I don't need stripes, I've been out three nights

Went to sleep tight, that ain't been nice

If I do one show, it's worth one bag

What can I say, man? The fam must eat right


[Hook]

I've gotta do what's right for the fam

No Snapchat, there ain't no Skyping a man

Can't hate me, get your own life

I ain't here, I'm missing

Tryna avoid nights in the can

If it comes, then it comes, that's life for you, man

But while I'm able to change that

I'ma go missing

They wanna see me with a knife in my hand

Or the food in the boot or the guns in the trunk

But let me not watch these punks

I'mma just go missing

Plus I like the place that I'm in

I used to be a nice guy, taking them in

Now I won't take the risk

I'ma just go missing


[Break]

To all the people that think I've got something to hide from

It's not that, I just ain't wasting time no more

If it ain't money, you won't see me

Don't believe me? Then try me

On Foenem..


[Verse 2]

If you wanna work, holla at my email

Enquire and I'll follow with the details

If a female hollas, then I'll train her

I will not lace the pussy, it might derail

Energetic, I was born with a V12

Cadell, you can't deal the cards he dealt

See, I'd rather die before I need help

And my dargs will ride before I need help

Thank God for my position, provide the winners

The tolerance I've got for life is thinner

Been told that I've got life to live up

Me fail? I ain't been that type of nigga

It's just me, six tools and five gorillas

That's the difference of real life and Twitter

They talk shit, then we find the niggas

And make more black mums say bye to niggas

See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya

But you wanna be me but it ain't easy

See, I make songs that won't make the TV

Not cause they ain't good, cause they're greazy

We know you ain't hood, you was on Facebook

Tryna make your page look like you're a bait crook

Tell me what I do to a song

Kill the verse, kill the bridge, then I make hooks


[Hook]

I've gotta do what's right for the fam

No Snapchat, there ain't no Skyping a man

Can't hate me, get your own life

I ain't here, I'm missing

Tryna avoid nights in the can

If it comes, then it comes, that's life for you, man

But while I'm able to change that

I'ma go missing

They wanna see me with a knife in my hand

Or the food in the boot or the guns in the trunk

But let me not watch these punks

I'ma just go missing

Plus I like the place that I'm in

I used to be a nice guy, taking them in

Now I won't take the risk

I'ma just go missing