Gestapo / Fallout Boy

(Bye Ali!)

Check
Yeah
They on demon time
I'm on what ya call it
She on IG live posing as a workaholic
With this music ain't no plaques but I'm working on it
Last summer fell in love she starting twerking on it
(Sheesh)
I don't need a lot, I need at least
Black sprinters for the summer run
Got Forgis for the feet
I need statements that stand toe to toe with CVS receipts
I seen women that done sold they soul to say they in the streets
Made a promise that
I would never cap up for some follows
They should follow that
They turned Gotham City to the Hollow
The gestapo back
Couped up in the cave if it's a problem nigga Gollum back
Bag 'em up and send em to gallows, if he holler back
I go two tone, two face
Don't hit my new phone, too late
My nigga no loophole shoe lace
My dog like Cujo, Cool J
Lil niggas need mops now, Blueface
Ain't steady at the top now toupee
If a nigga fuck my bitch touché
That's my M-O-O-D
Last count a thousand cuts, now I got blood all on my leaves
I deserve a check from the rebuttals I receive
Phone calls at 3AM like I got cousins overseas

(Young fuck nigga, ass out, so I'm game to rob)
(Betting I catch 'em slipping, I'm tryna splurge when I'm on my...)

(None of its real though)

I got shit that I'm afraid of
Things I would never tell like
Living in a world where the realest niggas fighting for they streams
'Cause the suits said the shit would never sell
And part of me be wishing I was different
Part of me wishing I was born a town over with some riches and
Had a crib with white picket fences
Coppas pulling up
'Cause the neighbors never seem to mind they business but
Sometimes I wonder if I give enough
Ask the women that I dealt with
I mean one come to mind it's like we fucked and didn't talk
To be honest man I never really felt shit
My problem or your problem
Guess it doesn't really matter either way we both selfish
My problem is rock bottom never been that far away
It's like I keep it close
Got the news about Supreme, it really made me choke
'Cause that nigga really gave me hope
I told 'em he my only friend, and ever since then
We've been getting so much tighter like some baby clothes
Will we ever see him through, shit
Maybe nope
That made me sulk
And everything he thought was the realest shit never wrote
And everything we caught was the realest shit that was thrown
I give it back through these words
I'm playing the lesser known
I said the only thing promised is death and taxes
And having fun just went out of fashion
He had no reaction
The silence in the room could fill out a caption
I bet your ego prolly fill out a casket
You passed cause you pussy and passive
What's tragic?
Is that you still in the afterlife like "I don't look for attachment"
Them same thoughts that get mistaken for passion
Is prolly the reason why your pride linked with assassins