Confessions

If KLA$H don't f*ck with you, I can't f*ck with you either Is you feeling it baby All up in my head no I go crazy All up in my head I'm all up in my head stressing All up on the gram flexing Bad bitches who I'm texting She like how I get that necklace Yeah call me KLA$H not Evan Wonder how I'm gon' get this money 0 double 7 What would you do for the money I can't be making confessions Pull up bitches I slide I want the top when I drive Take a lil' Timmy break late at night Yeah take an avenger up to the sky Rolling up more than 5 Bitch don't get toxic with me you might kill my high I can tell you ain't hard When I look in your eyes I can tell you ain't him No boy you not that guy He can't even do a show Yeah that boy too shy How you expect to blow If you afraid to shine I know that she feel it She know I'm the illest I don't pop no pills no more Yellow nod my head, I snore I got me some money need more Long, just like my sample shorts Strong, up in the backwood Yeah Timmy hit harder than the crack would 3 A.M, late at night Thinking 'bout all of the shit I did that changed my life Thinking 'bout all of the shit that I been through To make me this guy Praying bout' all of the shit that I'm tryna' get through Talking to God It's crazy I got every vibe Crazy that i can drop 12 songs And know I did the job Crazy I can make one minute song have that bitch fire Crazy I can make some people feel high It's crazy how I wanted this all my life I'm all up in my head stressing All up on the 'gram flexing Bad bitches who I'm texting She like how I get that necklace Yeah call me KLA$H not Evan Wonder how I'm gon' get this money 0 double 7 What would you do for the money I can't be making confessions And I cannot stop this music shit Til' I run up a billion Make it out the woods F*ck you don't know that feeling Now my heart too damn cold it ain't healing So I went and got a Kate Spade cold Just so I can feel it Rap game cut cold killers Every one of us different We each got our own vision But who out here living it Your music I don't listen Talking 'bout some simple shit You talking 'bout you the realest in it when you ain't did no shit You ain't been no where You ain't bought no shit Sample shit need it right on the ottoman He was hating why did he go follow me His bitch in my DM tryna swallow me Brodie hate it don't bother me Cause I'm grinding til my money taller than the lottery Ayo KLA$H turn me up I'm all up in my head stressing All up on the 'gram flexing Bad bitches who I'm texting She like how I get that necklace Yeah call me KLA$H not Evan Wonder how I'm gon' get this money 0 double 7 What would you do for the money I can't be making confessions This ain't no, this ain't no Make a song, drop that shit Make the other one like This real art This real creativity like We really getting motion down in this shit Like we really starting it out We making the way for ourselves cause we tryna be big You know what I'm saying We tryna have an importance in other peoples lives We tryna inspire hella people like This ain't no normal local hobby shit Do it on the side tshit Got a second job type shit like this really us Every single day Grinding hard like I ain't made no play On me Breadboys Winning Team Sample all on me KLA$H I love you