Immune

They tell me all I ever make is drug music Or

Pain music, that's the opposite of club music

They tell me to go country, leave the street shit, but I'm stuck to it

Outcasted from the industry, I'm never gonna adjust to it

Sometimes I just wanna pick my gun up and say fuck me

Those shooters know that if I drop a bag, they gon' just do it

And shit, most of them would do it for free

But I can't crash them like my old heads was doing to me

I did drills before rain came

Tryna throw away these perc-tan pink pandas

Know they do my body home

Them people waiting for the day to turn that violence on

My lack of trust been at an all-time low

Gang unit present, pulling up at all my shows

Even when I'm live at Fenway, they still post it like they can be

I be courtside so much that you would think I got a 10 day

Listen to Kiss when we chop, but he like my sensei

These rappers bitches like they period on

Is these men straight?

I really generate M's with the flow

Accountants know, it be summertime

Middle of July, we make it snow

I learn this life shit about balance, take the highs with the lows

Swearin' through the lanes, I think my vision is blurry

Bitches I was fuckin' that I wish I could

People I grew up with think I hold more the fruits of my labor

Navey since they're young and I'm immune to hate

I'm in this farm going

Mmm

I got the top of it

Mmm

I got the top of it

Mmm

I got the top of it

Mmm

I got the top of it Mmm Yeah They tell me all I ever make is

Drug music Or pain music that the opposite of club music You

Tell me to go country leave the street shit but I stuck to it

Outcasted from the industry, I'm never gonna adjust to it

It's a different type of pressure provided

Catching cases is easy, the same shit go for sliding

Crashing out is effortless and not to be glorified

You never seen your mother in the courtroom looking horrified

Homie calling home from the joint, he off the deuce heavy

Escaping old trauma, got the habit from his new celly

Three hoes, flew out for the week and they in two tellies

Pool ready, now they off the 2C and the move daddy

I think it's time I get my life in order

Stick on me like a license owner

Trish like it's a light corona

Scottsdale, I take a flight to Zona

Grew up in the pain where all my nights was colder

It's freezing, slightly bolder and unlikely sober

And I can't do the traffic jam, I rather speed on the shoulder

Booked around the nation, liquor in me, got me vaping

Fuck, I look like complaining in my pocket, someone's safe

I think my vision is blurry

Bitches, I was fucking it, I wish I was

People I grew up with think I hold them all the fruits of my labor

Now these kids are young and I'm immune to hate

I'm in this forum, I'm going

Mmm, I got the top of the room

Mmm, I got the top of the room

Mmm, I got the top of the room

Mmm, yeah

Bye