S.O.S.

Hold up Wait up Wake up Baby don't settle down I Look at your eyes I feel in your heart I see that you stuck in them clouds I give you my love for the night So good with that brain it might make you my wife Pass me them cuffs, she loving it rough Obeying my thirst call her Sprite Pack cannabis Marijuana puffer loving my shit Roll to the Ritz Envision flying 30 fucking your bitch Move to the six My brother's packing homie bloodin' like viscerals Count up in intervals My brother popping man I swear he gon' hit em up Ravel it all for the centerfold Passive aggressive I need me that clitoral All in your senses I feel the phenomena Fasting for you baby girl this ain’t Ramadan Seeming though I been drawn to you Xanny popping girl I’m gone for you Calculating on the phone for you Set the tone for em' Take your throne momma I been counting on my soul for the commas, commas, commas The drama done caught up Came with the sawed off AK clutch Met with the llama Silence the sirens All of you out of alignment F*ck the assignment F*ck it come try me Heavens aligning Yeah But still I been brought up I'm caught up in action Dodging the birds and my casket Dirty T-side where them kids full of passion Kill him no other choice grip it they laughing Hollow tips right where you standing Calling him the homie but shit where your man at? Whip your hearse all in the fast lane Hoping he made it but D.O.A damn Hoping he’d make it but dead off a stance Common defense This crack rock with a gun in the hand The winter is here The clouds have formed The gods have spoken Tap into fears The lies you holding got me all in the open Love my soul and so you stole it I’m just tryna be myself Depression weighing on me Suicidal thoughts My momma think I need some help Only hope I had was self I care to my lord while he tend to my killers Look in the mirror Practice the laugh while bumping Mac Miller Contradicting all my thoughts I Never been locked up But stuck in this prison Showcasing my love But SaenZ you a savage man get out your feelings Been to hell and hell and back again My mother a chemist My father a sentence Never tell em what you holding in They pull it on you like these politics Watch a stripper strip for the fun of it And I ain’t throwing chips cause I ain’t f*ck the bitch Matter fact I’m vicious never pot to piss in Holy Ghost is lacking 2Pac-Alyptic On a costly mission Just to pass the vision I’m getting it for a little bit of bad intentions Still movin' on the Wright route might get Dizzy But the path that’s being taken Taken bodies from me Mix a little bit of Henny with the Valium on em Now they wanna be artist take a new persona Get a platform pass em Pussy with contractions Lil mumble rapping bitch you never be a rap god Flaunting in your foreign Bet it feeling it the Nascar Haunted by your past So you worried bout the Rapture Took a little piece of me and never gave it back Bitch Now Ima carry that right down to the casket The winter is here The clouds have formed The gods have spoken Tap into fears The lies you holding got me all in the open Love my soul and so you stole it I’m just tryna be myself Depression weighing on me Suicidal thoughts My momma think I need some help My momma know I need some help Love my soul and so you stole it I’m just tryna be myself Depression weighing on me Suicidal thoughts My God I know Need some help