Quicksand

Life can't get no worse
It feel like nothin works
Niggas pouring mud cause we can't get out the fucking dirt
Ion trap I jug only difference I be out the courts
& the difference between life and death is just a fucking hearse
Becky got 6 figures in the bank ain't nothing to run down a purse
See the Louie Lock shining Ima pull-up and put in reverse
Right nigga, wrong timing, black and born with the curse
The activist making it worse
You actively picking your hearse

I seen trend setters
Real trappers
Soundcloud
Real rappers
Niggas talk bananas like a tweet really peel backwards
Went from smoking honey berry to the cream backwoods
Don't worry bout my bag boy the money exact
Counting cash, keeps my ego in tact
I see everything in green & black
Bitch I'm 21 wit cataracts,
Swervos on my feet, fuck RAFs
Feds watching
Catch me slipping
Better odds of Kobe flopping
Beat a case wit Kap when I still called that nigga Scottie Pippen
Look how they did Kapernick
no capping we oppressed
You could race the competition
Ima race my net

Life can't get no worse
It feel like nothin works
Niggas pouring mud cause we can't get out the fucking dirt
Ion trap I jug only difference I be out the courts
& the difference between life and death is just a fucking hearse
Becky got 6 figures in the bank ain't nothing to run down a purse
See the Louie Lock shining Ima pull-up and put in reverse
Right nigga, wrong timing, black and born with the curse
The activist making it worse
You actively picking your hearse

I'm stuck in my ways
I'm steady praying
I been gone so long
I hope my momma don't mistaken me
I been in the studio recording for the sake of me
Protecting my soul, I hope the devil stay away from me
This shawty brought me in for perjury
She said she worry me
She don't know what she'd do if I go underneath
From the block, the sun was sweet
I'm itching for a hundred beans
Falling to the ground and I'm stuck
Money in front of me
But I can't get it
I reached so hard for the digits
Ain't pulling back, on my menace
I'm in the sport, like it's quidditch
So getcha tickets quick
I ain't really into all that kicking it
If I don't stack a mill I don't know what I what I'm gone be dealing with

Quicksand
Quicksand
Tryna get my homies a new wristband, wristband
But I can't grow, I'm probably stuck in
Quicksand
Quicksand
Shawty said, why you being so distant, distant?
I don't know I'm probably stuck in
Quicksand
Quicksand
Tryna get my homies a new wristband, wristband
But I can't grow, I'm probably stuck in
Quicksand
Quicksand
Shawty said, why you being so distant, distant?
I don't know I'm probably stuck in

Life can't get no worse
It feel like nothin works
Niggas pouring mud cause we can't get out the fucking dirt
Ion trap I jug only difference I be out the courts
& the difference between life and death is just a fucking hearse
Becky got 6 figures in the bank ain't nothing to run down a purse
See the Louie Lock shining Ima pull-up and put in reverse
Right nigga, wrong timing, black and born with the curse
The activist making it worse
You actively picking your hearse



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Writer(s): Emma White, Palmer Lee, Aubrey Wollett
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