High 'Till I Die

And I been counting days, no chalk
Now I'm blowing up the stage with a few bars
I'm finessing every cop, no talk
I just show off, gave 'em tinnitus when I drove off

I been writing names, no part
They just gon' get left behind with all the poor fucks
Fancy finger scans I'on fuck with doorknobs
I could even race your fiat with a gocart

Goyard, duffle bag
Let me hear that song again homie gotta rewind it back
On repeat smokey productions with every single track
And now u can figure who got the bigger sac

Jean's saggin', I ain't got a Glock 19
Swaggin' Amiri on a party I'm hella fine chief
Focus on everything but bitches so on the right things
My road to success, already driving

And I been counting days, no chalk
Now I'm blowing up the stage with a few bars
I'm finessing every cop, no talk
I just show off, gave 'em tinnitus when I drove off

I been writing names, no part
They just gon' get left behind with all the poor fucks
Fancy finger scans I'on fuck with doorknobs
I could even race your fiat with a gocart

High till I die for real though
People can verify my smokes on my BeReal yo
Diamonds, from Saudi Arabia in my earlobe
With a wrist so icy I call 'em iglo

He knows I know everything about u
I can't live without u but I doubt u
U think that he cares but he dispoused u
He just want the money and bitches honey it's not new

I been counting days, no chalk
Now I'm blowing up the stage with a few bars
I'm finessing every cop, no talk
I just show off, gave 'em tinnitus when I drove off

I been writing names, no part
They just gon' get left behind with all the poor fucks
Fancy finger scans I'on fuck with doorknobs
I could even race your fiat with a gocart

High 'till I die for real though
Diamonds, from Saudi Arabia in my earlobe



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Writer(s): Thomas Ceule
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