'08 Grand Marquis

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Now me and twin in the Benz, we was ridin' 'round town in an '08 Grand Marquis

And I ain't have shit to my name but some weed and a handful of pills and a Glock 19

I remember when Kenzo had sent me a text, now I low-key regret actin' like I ain't see it

Always try not to flex, I take off these baguettes, and it's still all eyes on me

And I also try not to lie, but you askin' me shit, if I told you, you wouldn't believe

Shit, right now I got yellow ass eyes, little fentanyl, I'm down, but I'm still gettin' high with my team

Wеnt shoppin' and bumped into one of my fans, hе told me my music been keepin' him breathin'

I couldn't give him advice, but I gave him a hug

'Cause I'm feelin' the same and I know what he need

Flip the switch, load the gun, put it up to my brain

I been thinkin' 'bout dyin' since I was 16

Used to listen outside of the door, my mama cry late night, she thought I was sleepin'

I put everyone with on my back, on the day I fall down, they gon' put all the blame on me

And the harder I pop it, the more that I miss her

I'm runnin' up dollars without her or with her

She goin' to college, at night she a stripper, lil' shorty got knowledge, a bright-ass future

Yeah, I tell her to take off work for the day and whatever you made yesterday, I'll give you

She told me, "Okay, baby, I'll come with you

But I really don't need shit from a nigga," I told her I feel her

It ain't nothin' but guns and drugs sittin' up in this vehicle and a couple of killers too

You come around actin' acquainted, knowin' you ain't gang, turn into a victim

Yeah, bitch come around knowin' she goin', actin' like a saint and she gon' get evicted

You keep on pillow-talkin' on my name, claimin' you a man, actin' like a bitch

And I still be rockin' all my chains when I'm all alone, knowin' that I shouldn't

And I still pop out, just me, low-key, I be wishin' all would come and kill me

Come and take all my problems away, I been on these pills, so I never feel 'em

And I tried to hide the fact that I'm tired of livin' as long as I could

Smokin' Za while I ride through my hood again (yeah)

Thinkin' 'bout all the shit that we couldn't been

Now me and twin in the Benz, we was ridin' 'round town in an '08 Grand Marquis

And I ain't have shit to my name but some weed and a handful of pills and a Glock 19

I remember when Kenzo had sent me a text, now I low-key regret actin' like I ain't see it

Always try not to flex, I take off these baguettes, and it's still all eyes on me

And I also try not to lie, but you askin' me shit, if I told you, you wouldn't believe

Shit, right now I got yellow ass eyes, little fentanyl, I'm down, but I'm still gettin' high with my team

Wеnt shoppin' and bumped into one of my fans, hе told me my music been keepin' him breathin'

I couldn't give him advice, but I gave him a hug

'Cause I'm feelin' the same and I know what he need

Yeah

On God

Know what he need