Got Damn

Damn I run this pack Homies got my back On my joker shit Burn these fucking stacks Can't hold me back Im a running back Punt that shit I'll still run it back Told my momma Want that 80's cutlas She said boy Don't start that dumb shit Got the civic Pulled up to functions Try to be civil Nigga's throwing punches Metamorphosis Wrap myself in jade Consume on my flesh Then I fly away Holographic Mind state On my trippy shit Feeling lit I must admit Ninety nine Y2K Get your wig split back tonight Nigga funk your innocence We all have got our nasty sins Victory lap with my friends Haven't made dollar since Feeling loco in my shoes Low key my minds been abused F*ck all hoes I want the juice Make sure squeeze is worth the ooze Damn Got damn Mother fucking chem trails fucking up my sky Like damn Got damn Been dreaming about my death to many times Like damn Got damn Been feeling like this whole damn thing's a fucking scam Like man I better go back inside Sick of it I fucking quit I never did amount to shit Pay for food with counterfeits For produce that is counterfeit Run that shit So you can live Run that clip Homie that's triv F*ck it up like you never did Jericho kick To your neck lil bitch