[Intro]

You all, through your lifetime, have been subjected to the fear of death

That haunting fear of death, "what will happen to me?"

"Death is my enemy", "where will I go?", "what will I do at the hall of death?"

[Verse 1]

Bitch, I'm on zoom

Keep tryna figure me out, we ain't cool

Dont give a fuck about no feelings or rules

I tell your bitch what it is, she say "cool"

I'm off the top when I hit, but it's true

They tryna cancel me out, but I tune

They tryna park all my shit, but I cruise

Tryna win, they want me to lose

Boy, I dont give a fuck 'bout no bitch

You know who I am

I'm on the block when the money land

I was on blocks with the funny tan

Like fuck all the cops

Do the running man

I'm cooking up opps, get your pot and pan

I don't need all them stans to know who I am

I just stuffed all them bricks in the rental van

I'm good, I'm good, I'm good

Tell shawty "please pour up my foam"

I'm in the back, that's a league of my own

Don't get it back, but i keep giving more

Keep telling me "oh", they want me to blow

I'm blowing Sherbacio, feelings let go

They trying to stop me, I keep getting more

Been finding my way, don't know where to go

I'm in the field, still on ten toes

Chopping it up, once a month just to coast

I'm out of the pack and I want all the smoke

What happened to kin, we used to be folk

Get shook like a pen, I'm selling my soul

Saying you got me but never come close

I married the streets, my Glock on propose

You posting for clout, that's cute when you pose

I'm in and out, still feeling alone

[Chorus]

Keep counting me out, I'mma keep getting it in

Pour in a drought, I'm tryna feel it again (Feel it again)

They single me out, I got no feelings again, (Feelings again)

Keep counting it up, I'd rather money than friends, money than friends

No feelings again, I rather money than friends, money than friends

No feelings again, I rather money than friends, money than friends

No feelings again, I rather money than friends, money than friends

No feelings again, I rather money than friends, money than friends

[Verse 2]

Oh you mad? Good

Oh you sad? Good

Paper tags? Ugh!

Smoking gas? Ugh!

All I know is big fact, big facts

All I count is big racks, big racks

If you ain't first, you last

Tryna hold me, can't grasp

I can't hang with you wannabes

Tell the truth you wanna be

I dont fear what I'm going to be

That's in front of me, that's in front of me

All this pain it's a part of me

All this fame it's a part of me

Tryna be, all I got is me

That's in front of me

That's in front of me

[Outro]

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