Yeah
You got, got standards, got some manners too
Got nothing to lose, so my life can't take a noose
A nuisance
Tell them "Here's the truth"
I push back, you pull, now we both fall
Down bad, fallin' sideways, in reverse
When I die, put my money in the dirt, in the earth
Yeah, call God sayin' that I'm through, yeah, I'm done
You can't catch me, got no parachute
Got no, got no parachute
Woah, here we go, go
Wonder why life so cold, cold
It can get dark on the road and be hard to control but won't break my soul
No, go and tell them niggas that I'm still here (Here)
Don't worry 'bout it baby, I'mma chill here (Here)
Just let the money run up and don't let 'em fuck the fun up
When you come up how I come up, you don't feel fear (Uh)
Niggas just mad 'cause the cash long (Ha)
How you make a bag off of sad songs?
Love it when it's real, bring that ass on, I just need enough for me to grab on, damn
Not a spark lip, put the gas on
When times get dark, put the flash on
When you work for this shit it'll last long
RIP to all my niggas that done passed on
You got, got standards, got some manners too
Got nothing to lose, so my life can't take a noose
A nuisance
Tell them "Here's the truth", yeah
I push back, you pull, now we both fall
Down bad, fallin' sideways, in reverse
When I die put my money in the dirt, in the earth
Call God sayin' that I'm through, yeah, I'm done
You can't catch me, got no parachute
Got no, got no parachute
I starved myself for faces I don't know
I, I cope with dyin' in my head
I cope with dyin' in my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams
I, I cope with dyin' in my head
I cope with dyin' in my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams
Cope with dyin' in my, aye
Cope with dyin' in my-
