Текст песни
Brodie tell me what it take to make my neck glisten
I grew up with them runaways and few neglect victims
He screwed up tryna run the fade he knew I get with 'em
Know few my niggas tucking blades don't do distressed denim
I can't put my trust in faith, my head & chest missing
I almost touched a hundred K but im repping 10 kizzy
When im out in London safe, got Red & and wit me
Trust me I could show you money plays, you can't invest in me
It's funny niggas upping shade instead of wreck with me
I just send her number plate, and tell her get pretty
If you end up in my brother way you better get busy
It's reckless, ain't no other way it get in Sin City
Fosho' shur, got em so hurt
Look like a fox around my neck, but this shit faux fur
I played my spot like I'm a vet, you need a brochure
I'm bouta go, I'm getting closer
Just popped a lil' ten, I'm tryna soul search
I know they gossip with intention but it won't work
I'll go the length bae, around the whole earth
I be plotting case they test me do my homework
You the goat all I hear, never know how I feel
Seen a ghost in the mirror, in my home getting chills
Do the most for a share, I was broke use to steal
Stealing clothes from my peers, tryna cope tryna heal
Spent most of the year, we been toasting to terror
The coast isn't clear up, approaching care
Can't mope in the mirror, ghost when it's real
My nose tend to flare up, close to a meal
All that goofy shit you fell for, only blame ya self
I'm in da Stu wit Tony Seltzer, we just raising hell
What they threw me in that cell for, ain't even give me bail
Tried to prove I was a failure, they proof ain't never sell