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I might end up on the front page
Reporting live
Reporting live, I done made it through the worst days
Give it up to God, spend a couple thousand just to cool it on the 1 Train
Give it up to God, tryna meet up soon, bitch I'm talking 'bout a young age
See my name up on the front page

Message to the reaper with a silencer
That's what I'm gon' send when my time is up
I can see the headline bright as the moon
"Dead at 29," this shit is tragic, bruh
Tryna break free from all the mind control
But Lord knows they ain't finna like that
Lord please, when they get me, gimme right back
'Cause you know I got more to do, oh

Sad truth got me driving on this dark road
Top-shelf hybrid filling up my dog bowl

I might end up on the front page
Reporting live
Reporting live, I done made it through the worst days
Give it up to God, spend a couple thousand just to cool it on the 1 Train
Give it up to God, tryna meet up soon, bitch I'm talking 'bout a young age
See my name up on the front page

When the money double, problems follow suit
Catch a bullet only way to solve 'em both
I found God inside this cloudy room
But all I see now is devils
I see, ain't no changing my role
And ain't no saving my soul
So Imma play with y'all code
To make a mil for my kinfolk

Sad truth had me driving down a dark road
And I been filling up my dog bowl

I might end up on the front page
Reporting live
Reporting live, I done made it through the worst days
Give it up to God, spend a couple thousand just to cool it on the 1 Train
Give it up to God, tryna meet up soon, bitch I'm talking 'bout a young age
See my name up on the front page



Credits
Writer(s): Andre Gomez
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