They think I'm fallin' but not at all I never said that I got it all Walked in the store and I bought it all That's a dispensary, not a mall Used to tell em I'd hit em 'Til they wake in the morning Check their phone and see not a call I lose my mind when I'm off the ball Bust 'til there's nothin' to pop at all Back in this bitch like I never left Time to get up Drag the shit through the mud by myself People will tell you "He pits" And "Don't listen to him" And then bump my shit when by themselves I do not pay it no mind Shit, I'm lying I be hoping that they will all die with some pain Wishin' that they would be restin' in piss And infected with sickness A COVID-type strain Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Blood, you 'bout to getcha homie 'rona And take a flight right out to Minnesota And sleep right on the homie Kaze's sofa I'm drinkin' blood like it's a can of soda I'm bound to quit this rap shit for good I'm back to stocking shelves at the Kroeger I'd walk up out this bitch if I could Yo I know a couple niggas that's from your hood (That don't mean nothin' to me) Lemme hold five on Friday, I'm good (That don't mean nothin' to me) I just need a lil somethin' somethin' Niggas tell they go in dumpin' (That don't mean nothin' to me) I'm not built for all this kinda funkin' I need help, I'm on the ledge, I'm jumpin' (That don't mean nothin' to me) I don't want nothin' but to shoot They is the fake, I am the truth I be havin' niggas hiccup When I get up in the booth When I come to murder on the mic I get off like Babe Ruth Wanna pray to Jesus? Better do like they do Will he come and save you? Bein' awful thankful? I was in the middle of the fest With a fifth of Gray Goose Got it mixed with a little Red Bull So I can stay juiced Takin' brackers to the Batcave Ain't nobody ready in the rap game Every time I show up Niggas all throw up backstage Meet em in the bathroom, he doomed Tied up with the mask tape Cut em up 'til bone See how long that takes Drownin' but I finally found another life Time for me to run up with a gun or knife Hurry 'fore he go into his last dream You don't gotta ask me, bitch, I done died twice Step into a dark room Ain't no people, no nothin' Bodies finna pile up To the frontline they be rushin' Never thought you'd end up In the plot for concussions Shots done let off (BRRRT) Now your stomach is gushin' Mayday, mayday Now these people done lost it I'll make sure to put this tape in your coffin I'm just being nice I don't do it often This COVID got me shootin' people that's coughin'