only walk out that door with a grip keep one in the bed keep one the whip only got time for the cash and a bitch and my bitch get cash so she aint in the pics only walk out that door for the case keep one in the back keep one in the waist even if i left my shit at the place then my bitch got it too so you aint really safe I used to picture my final days to get motivated but lately I’ve been feeling like purpose is overrated I hear the way that they talk and don’t know who to trust searching for the real and i feel that there’s very few of now i spend time with the dead legends they told me “don’t concern yourself with the undercurrents” but if they think you a punk, boy for goodness sake it’s lights out skipping the small talk like tinder date i seen three new clones before my breakfast ends Y’all recycling shit like ****ing your ex again I never knew that genuine art was so hard to come by es-pec-ially-when the source is known to be overflowing i had to kill them all for the love of rap they tend to talk like they’re sending shots but it’s bubble rap just might pull up in a mask wondering who am i when we hit him once then doubled back like a suicide all these mother****ers are cynical I split bread but they’re getting used to the miracles i lift heaven and move god when i elevate its all part of business the suits on when I levitate y’all turn into a clown for another check i lay low but my bitch making them rubberneck it aint cold but you might need another vest if you move through the streets stacked like a double deck only walk out that door with a grip keep one in the bed keep one the whip only got time for the cash and a bitch and my bitch get cash so she aint in the pics only walk out that door for the case keep one in the back keep one in the waist even if i left my shit at the place then my bitch got it too so you aint really safe