Letras
I'm just grindin' like I'm told
I'm just trynna sell my soul
It goes on and on it goes
It goes on and on it goes
We been fightin', runnin', for some time now
Should we kill somebody? It's time to find out
Yeah, I've been a well behaved artist
I've been selling my soul
I've been prostituting my losses
Been rocking that roll
Been cranking that Soulja Boy
Boy, I'm hitting that road
It's been hard to find happy
I'm clinging, I'm hitting that note
I've been all out of dreams, you can't say I didn't try
Pain's guaranteed, do you wanna hurt by my side?
Got an outgoing tide, people picking their sides
When I think about my life
Wanna be alive when I die
I'm pretty sure somebody gotta die for it
Just bought myself a politician
I'ma sneak through the motherfuckin' side door
Woo, let's get online
Let's hurt somebody for the high score
My lord, thanks for the purpose
Now I got something I can die for
I'm just grindin' like I'm told
I'm just trynna sell my soul
It goes on and on it goes
It goes on and on it goes
We been fightin', runnin', for some time now
Should we kill somebody? It's time to find out
Murder, murder
I got murder on my mind
Drag a body in the woods
Dissect it then dig a pit
Then bury it, it's tricky, blood
Pull up with the Prof and then
We profit when we're in your hood
Run this game, we pimpin' pain
And bleed for fame but it's all good
Five syllables, I bled for music
Four syllables, it fed me though
Three syllables, it saved me
Two syllables, crazy
One syllable, go
Shameless, everybody shameless
Monetize life to get IG famous
Following blindly, the mindless and brainless
The pain is contagious, a pain in the anus
My homeostasis is waking up wasted
Selling all my music to make money off the struggle
Living in my Western bubble
Trynna make racks in the rubble (fuck it)
I'm on the cheat code, on
Pull up with the Prof with tints still on
Do a drive-by on a politician, bitch die, die (doof, doof, doof)
I'm famous, Mum
I'm just grindin' like I'm told
I'm just trynna sell my soul (oh, yeah)
It goes on and on it goes
It goes on and on it goes
We been, we been, we been, we been
Fighting, running for some time now
Yeah, we been running for some time
Should we kill somebody? It's time to find out (yep, yep)
"You know what I'm saying, anything bad happen to you today?
Tell me something bad
Tell me something bad that happened to you today"
"My brother, we got about 15 seconds of song left
There's not enough time, bro"
"Oh, well let's get down to business, then
We'll make sure to pack the Glock .9"
"Uh, hu"
"I want the .33 round"
"Yeah, yeah, .33"
"And some duct tape"
"Duct tape"
"Some duct tape"
"Yeah, some duct tape"