sleep in the bed that you make reap what you sow back from the grave guess im (just) back to get paid stacking up racks in the back of the lac just to relax in the shade got a little guy in the corner packing a burner yet still aint shackled in chains or going off for the gram just so it can be traced god what a disgrace what a mf fn waste ! fuck erasing the pain just give me a taste ! investing my earnings saving up for the days don't need to be forever slangin this cane bangin this thang watching yall just making it rain dosing it up still taken in vain soaking the cup smoking for pain not giving a fuck bringing the woo mixing in tang burning bright blue when igniting this flame if we aint fucking with you best to (just) stay in your lane we dont play any games cept clicking her back and making her sang making her scream break in your team shaking your dreams taking your streets since (it seems) we staying we playing for keeps its best not to reach matter fact its best not to speak get swept off your feet