Released on October 8, 2021

Thumbnail

Woah, two days till i turn myself in woah

Loose ways to cut off fake hoes like (Woah)

If you run from yourself

Then you never know exactly just what you is running from

If you run from yourself

The you never know exactly just what you is running from

These days I feel sad as fuck

Cheap tapes got me mad as fuck

Pouring out, for a couple bucks

Cuz right now, no one gives a fuck

Popping out for a little luck

Shout 'em out for a little love

Little faith, I look up above

Never coming down

Take a trip to a little town

Wounds healing, now we patching up

Migraines cuz heavy lays the crown

My brain never settles down

Three versions of single track, in single week, What the fuck is that

Come here and cut me some slack

I love pressure but can’t handle that

Word to my momma she blessed now

Word to my granny she safe now

All this money that I save now

Might go out and buy a safe now

A safe haven

We in the same places

Decades later we stay raking

Stay awake till the approaching day

That all my family is well sustained

My momma love me I'm blessed

My mind is clear, no stress

My exes still love me I’m blessed

It’s a shame I just do not reply to their texts

Woah, two days till I turn myself in woah

Loose ways to cut off fake hoes like (Woah)

If you run from yourself

Then you never know exactly just what you is running from

If you run from yourself

The you never know exactly just what you is running from

What was I running from?

The pressure been on since god made me

Some devils and failures

I still push the payload

Your lil’ link will never press me, huh?

These them Dade-County dreams

Like when granny’s couch had a lean

Like when PD called to the scene

While I slept on floors with the fiends

Took my ego out the trench

Been through hell

What is next?

My old shorty still love me

It’s a shame she ain’t close to my best

My time is too high cost

For a silver spoon to whine and deflect

My price just ain’t high enough

I ain’t know my worth ‘til I bled on the pen

Woah, two days till i turn myself in woah

Loose ways to cut off fake hoes like (Woah)

If you run from yourself

Then you never know exactly just what you is running from

If you run from yourself

The you never know exactly just what you is running from