f*** depression!
Yeah
I feel like me again
Get to floating on shit like sixteen again
If that boy want some smoke we can get that shit live,
My shooter put niggas on CNN
Almost gave this shit up,
I looked in the mirror my demon almost made me leave this bitch
Down bad, I was fucked up
Ain't trusting nobody, the fuck I look like signing treaties bitch?
Fuck depression, no suicide
Need to hop out the suicide's
Panoramic, big roof inside
T myself up like "Who am I?"
Fuck depression, no suicide
Niggas broke, now they asking God "Why?"
I needed help, I was losing my mind
I get fly and start killing these guys
I'm making a killing, I like how i'm feeling
I feel like a muhfuckin' villain huh
I put so much time in this shit,
Why the fuck would I stop before I get the millions?
Niggas want me to fail but I can not fall
My Ricky's strapped up to the ceiling (ok)
I ain't go compassion, I lost It all
I don't give a fuck how they feeling (no way)
That lil nigga kept talking until we had caught him
Rick Flair on that nigga, he stuck in post-mortem
He call them his brothers, they tryna extort him
Give them niggas a feature, and tell them backdoor him
Had to turn up my brand and now that shit touring
She woke up with no pants and then gave me more of it
You woke up with no bands, she treat you like Norbit
Im tryna duck the camera's, don't record shit, nah
Stomp a nigga out in them Astro boy boots
I just did a show, rocked it out
They like "Who is you?"
T R E $ O, write it on her boobs
Balenciaga on top of the tennis shoe
Fear of God on me cause on God, I fear him too
Switched up my mind cause this world will mirror you
Hotbox the lear with the loud, I'm not hearing you
I feel like me again
Get to floating on shit like sixteen again
If that boy want some smoke we can get that shit live
My shooter put niggas on CNN
Almost gave this shit up
I looked in the mirror my demon almost made me leave this bitch
Down bad, I was fucked up
Ain't trusting nobody, the fuck I look like signing treaties bitch?
Fuck depression, no suicide
Need to hop out the suicide's
Panoramic, big roof inside
T myself up like "Who am I?"
Fuck depression, no suicide
Niggas broke, now they asking God "Why?"
I needed help, I was losing my mind
I get fly and start killing these guys
Yeah
I'm Agent 47 yeah
MAC 10, no MAC 11 nigga yeah
Lil shawty gone fuck and suck up in the cut
Shit I just need 15, I'm kinda in a rush
I'm chasing this meal ticket getting richer
V-Star shit, five star type of nigga
My bitch with me everywhere, nina that's my hitter
Hollowtips everywhere, try me ima give em'
Run up, hit em'
Walk up, blick em'
KULT on my pants
ROCKSTAR denim
Nigga you ain't 555, get slimed like venom
I was getting paid in full by some Alpo niggas
Gotta fall off and re-up to feel how I'm feeling
Gotta do what I did to kill how I'm killing
You gotta make choices to live how I'm living
And sacrifice shit just to win how I'm winning (blao!)
Fuck depression, no suicide
Need to hop out the suicide's
Panoramic, big roof inside
T myself up like "Who am I?"
Fuck depression, no suicide
Niggas broke, now they asking God "Why?"
I needed help, I was losing my mind
I get fly and start killing these guys
I feel like me again
Get to floating on shit like sixteen again
If that boy want some smoke we can get that shit live,
My shooter put niggas on CNN
Almost gave this shit up,
I looked in the mirror my demon almost made me leave this bitch
Down bad, I was fucked up
Ain't trusting nobody, the fuck I look like signing treaties bitch?
Fuck depression, no suicide
Need to hop out the suicide's
Panoramic, big roof inside
T myself up like "Who am I?"
Fuck depression, no suicide
Niggas broke, now they asking God "Why?"
I needed help, I was losing my mind
I get fly and start killing these guys
I'm making a killing, I like how i'm feeling
I feel like a muhfuckin' villain huh
I put so much time in this shit,
Why the fuck would I stop before I get the millions?
Niggas want me to fail but I can not fall
My Ricky's strapped up to the ceiling (ok)
I ain't go compassion, I lost It all
I don't give a fuck how they feeling (no way)
That lil nigga kept talking until we had caught him
Rick Flair on that nigga, he stuck in post-mortem
He call them his brothers, they tryna extort him
Give them niggas a feature, and tell them backdoor him
Had to turn up my brand and now that shit touring
She woke up with no pants and then gave me more of it
You woke up with no bands, she treat you like Norbit
Im tryna duck the camera's, don't record shit, nah
Stomp a nigga out in them Astro boy boots
I just did a show, rocked it out
They like "Who is you?"
T R E $ O, write it on her boobs
Balenciaga on top of the tennis shoe
Fear of God on me cause on God, I fear him too
Switched up my mind cause this world will mirror you
Hotbox the lear with the loud, I'm not hearing you
I feel like me again
Get to floating on shit like sixteen again
If that boy want some smoke we can get that shit live
My shooter put niggas on CNN
Almost gave this shit up
I looked in the mirror my demon almost made me leave this bitch
Down bad, I was fucked up
Ain't trusting nobody, the fuck I look like signing treaties bitch?
Fuck depression, no suicide
Need to hop out the suicide's
Panoramic, big roof inside
T myself up like "Who am I?"
Fuck depression, no suicide
Niggas broke, now they asking God "Why?"
I needed help, I was losing my mind
I get fly and start killing these guys
Yeah
I'm Agent 47 yeah
MAC 10, no MAC 11 nigga yeah
Lil shawty gone fuck and suck up in the cut
Shit I just need 15, I'm kinda in a rush
I'm chasing this meal ticket getting richer
V-Star shit, five star type of nigga
My bitch with me everywhere, nina that's my hitter
Hollowtips everywhere, try me ima give em'
Run up, hit em'
Walk up, blick em'
KULT on my pants
ROCKSTAR denim
Nigga you ain't 555, get slimed like venom
I was getting paid in full by some Alpo niggas
Gotta fall off and re-up to feel how I'm feeling
Gotta do what I did to kill how I'm killing
You gotta make choices to live how I'm living
And sacrifice shit just to win how I'm winning (blao!)
Fuck depression, no suicide
Need to hop out the suicide's
Panoramic, big roof inside
T myself up like "Who am I?"
Fuck depression, no suicide
Niggas broke, now they asking God "Why?"
I needed help, I was losing my mind
I get fly and start killing these guys
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Writer(s): Christopher Mitchell Iii
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