[ Featuring Fridayy ]
Well, let 'em catch me when I fall, so I gotta take it higher, uh
See the ice around my neck and see me walkin' through the fire, uh
So many changed on me, when I pulled up with these chains on me
I ain't never had no hand-out, now they wanna take from me
No weapon formed on me, they will not prosper
They want me six-feet deep, been through the fire
They want my soul to keep, it will not prosper
They want my soul to keep, mm, hold on (yo)
I know the truth hurts, but I will never keep it from me (no)
There wouldn't have to be a war if someone reasoned with we
But to be (?) started beefin' once suspicious of me (turn)
I'm on call with a night owl to feel myself bleed (argh)
Don't ask how me how we got this different beef (turn up)
I had to poke up (shh), they wouldn't give a machine (turn up, turn up)
I could've just beat a corn and have him ripped down the street
I should've known down the line that they would've team up for me (turn)
And I mean literally 'cah that's what happened 'til they poked up MJ (told me turn)
He ain't ris' up since, I see him ris' up for me
The bros gonna know better for some kid called GP
And then Kobe died and then they're pointin' fingers at me (argh)
I still make somethin' sleep
My shorty say my smiles beautiful, she don't know I'm out with these different teeth (boy)
We had to share the same sorrows, but don't share the same morals
If I wasn't lit, they won't be pointin' triggers at me
Well, let 'em catch me when I fall, so I gotta take it higher, uh
See the ice around my neck and see me walkin' through the fire, uh
So many changed on me, when I pulled up with these chains on me
I ain't never had no hand-out, now they wanna take from me
No weapon formed on need, they will not prosper
They want me six-feet deep, been through the fire
They want my soul to keep, it will not prosper
They want my soul to keep, mm, hold on
Try spend a day in my shoes (ah)
I believe in miracles, I'm livin' proof
They wanna see you lose when you got shit to lose
Really had Trident comin' in my room
And put me in the back of the van, with a dyke, like I'm Liverpool
My box of shorts had to fit the douche
Now Louis brim, what they think? That's gonna fit me through the fittin' room?
All this music and road been gettin' difficult
How am I eatin' lobster while my niggas eatin' prison food? (Free up, free up)
In two months, I'm losin' four whole different shoes (argh)
Same time discussin' millions in a Zoom (turn)
I got my head in my head in my hands, in my living room
How am I gonna win this war? Success is gonna kill them all
Well, let 'em catch me when I fall, so I gotta take it higher, uh
See the ice around my neck and see me walkin' through the fire, uh
So many changed on me, when I pulled up with these chains on me
I ain't never had no hand-out, now they wanna take from me
No weapon formed on need, they will not prosper
They want me six-feet deep, been through the fire
They want my soul to keep, it will not prosper
They want my soul to keep, mm, hold on
