EBB AND LOW.

Last Eid we pulled over 200k in trappin' I'm the realest motherfucker if I say it I'm not cappin' I'm losing myself in this lifestyle this shit is overlappin' Bringing home my pain I don't go I just pass out on the mattress Aye girl where you at I just need you to send me your address Ok now she's ghostin' me I took a ghetto girl and put her in Versace Everybody I love I gotta love from the shadows Not being mysterious only steps to the ladder But yeah I got a girl and I'm over possessive How long will this one last place your gambles It gets harder to breath everyday its like I'm being trampled I feel like I'm doing too much but my voice is being dampened Schizo BP Self medicating self hampering That's why it gets so hard to deal with me Dropped out of Uni in February Put my focus on my craft and networking And it's starting to pay off I know your not feelin me 2022 I was homeless my fam disowned me 2023 I'm paying their bills still don't want 'em to own me Day job I was working for 500 rupees a week Night time I was selling Xanax and hash on the street That's how the trapping started It went way way up when I switched cities I remember at 4 in the morn' held up at gunpoint My pockets were empty they couldn't rob me they still said run boy That shit wasn't traumatizing cuz we got blicks We could get back, we ain't doing irrational shit You know why Running from the cops is a thrill My lifestyle is nasty but it's a thrill But this my ebb and low I'm Avant Garde after this I'll forever glow Running from the cops is a thrill My lifestyle is nasty but it's a thrill But this my ebb and low I'm Avant Garde after this I'll forever glow I ain't a Rockstar yet so you know I gotta trap harder I got money I don't spend it on myself I'm fine in wearin' old garments My head is going crazy that shit ain't alarming That's what it's like to be me I'm trynna put my people on but their verses are weak Trilla' was 'posed to rap on this beat but I sent his verse back like what the f*ck is that There ain't much out here for me in the ends I gotta find a way to move out west And make a name for myself Last few weeks I was in my bag this week I'm not myself Do you know what its like to eat only a pack of Lays a day Damn those 2 months got me fucked up I lost 18 on the weight Now I'm puttin' dope on the scale Turned my trauma into accolades Lotta homies passed away Still carryin' that baggage like a cargo plane I'm a hustler I can't teach you my ways It's in my genes like it's Levi made I got an ego problem I'm a go getter But Imma move with finesse cuz I know better Every time we move up my soul's deader I can say your God is fake that's a bold letter Street cred they want smoke I'll give 'em what they want and they'll wheeze in it I don't need beef to keep my name in their mouth they already got my meat in it Everybody I love I gotta love from the shadows Cuz I know I'm gonna shine I don't want 'em in the spotlight I've got a lotta plans and I've got them thought right Shit in the end I know we'll be alright Last Eid we pulled over 200k in you know We finessed the cops, the dealers, the mobs And I masterminded that shit Now look at me self-snitching Running from the cops is a thrill My lifestyle is nasty but it's a thrill But this my ebb and low I'm Avant Garde after this I'll forever glow You with me