(L Beats)
I made a lot of money, spent most of it makin’ a bail
Don’t ever feel like gettin’ nowhere, like a pitbull tryna chase a tail
It get lonely on this paper trail
Had to make a sad song for all the soul snatchers runnin’ from they shadow
Fuck I’ma cap for? I don’t tweet, I just show
Made peace with my ghosts so I can reap what I sow
Yeah, soon I hop out the booth, I hop in the V with my Zoe
I’m in the sheets with a big old pole, ain’t tryna sleep with my ho
Mmm, mama caught me jokin’, think about my newborn [?]
You Heaven-sent and, though you lightskin, you look like just like me
Shootin’ guns, abusin’ drugs, I’m too young to be livin’ like this
My grandma say, “A lot of people gon’ die about you, Tyson”
If you call me Jason, then you knew me way before I was famous
I murder satan when I go deliver my soul [?]
Go ask my mami, I’m lil’ Bill, I kill for real
Ask my family, I was ill since I live
Tryna catch fire
