OLD FASHION

[maari] I drove to hell n back to lose my mind I crossed my T's and Dot my eyes I swear I've died 1,000 times, Ego death by suicide.. I worked myself down to the bone to find out nothing's set in stone.. So pick a side, it's do or die They gon have me crucified.. I'm fuckin eatinn Stomach bitchin, I'm on the highway sippin Aquafina We bangin Screw Tapes nigga, this aint no fuckin Yeezy.. Sittin sideways, violating your pledge of allegiance F*CK YOUR "LAND OF OF THE FREEDOM" I was covered in gold, mindstate of a demon Money will make you a monster, have you screamin for Jesus Believe me, they come around.. Better watch the way you speakin.. They say that talk is cheap as f*ck, until you meet the reaper Bitch I'm off my rocker, who you thought it is? They love the way I do my dance n how I talk my shit I'm from the North Side by that Dairy Queen and that Shopping Bag I hope that rent paid, cuz them landlords stay on your ass But you don't know I'm in my bag tho Why you talkin to me if it aint about that cash? Dip fast, 150 on the dashboard Hol' up, Pockets swolle'd up, me and my soldiers Ridin round solo in a stolen ford focus screamin.. Who dat is? Where you stay? You need validation is you ridin round my way Hol' up Who dat is? Where you been? You need validation if you come around my ends Who dat is? Where you stay? You need validation is you ridin round my way Hol' up Im screamin.. Who dat is? Where you been? You need validation if you come around my ends [Wahid] My baby she want.. Prada in a gift bag, break her off like Kit-Kat.. wit a mask on me Spend a rack on get back, just to laugh at death Peeling me to the bone till there’s nothing left Don’t step in the dressing room, I left my garments revealed It’ll tell ya the story bout how I covered up my fears with strawberry colored flesh wound Some was self-inflicted, some it came from (you) Sentiments up to V in this heaux, but if I blow (abloh) a bag on Louis (Louie) tag, will I see a wonderful world? Prolly not woe, but until the trumpet rang for armageddon.. imma rock this Wang, like I’m in a fashion show ..or at festival Shorty done up like it’s Coachella, face full make-up.. nasal, full of coke, and no one gave a cotton, picking.. f*ck about her OD’ing.. just wanted semen to feed her slow Itty-bitty ego, left us executed, shit muted, voices.. funnel in earlobe Tell me get to them new kicks to replace the J’s I caught the body with just last Tuesday, this is a new day.. spooky, spooky.. Oh what gene, a cloth, ring around my finger Shit it’s more like a noose that prepared my fall and tell me what it cost? That same G niggas used to wrap the body, thought it could amount to life lost? wrong..