Fucked Up Era

Life livin' in a f- up era
Life livin' in a f- up era
Life livin' in a f- up era
Life

(Yo)
Put my dog down—he got euthanized
It's a choice in these streets—they let you decide
We all died in 1999
This is Hell—don't know why you think you still alive
Seen empires fall over foolish pride
The way I'm on this money -, it's givin' Buffet vibes
Tesla truck, doors butterfly, suicide
Either way, my pockets deep enough that you can scuba dive
Grand openin', grand closin'
Seems like if they don't got thеy hand out, they hands open
Checks you can vеrify; swear I'll never testify
Open statements, closin' arguments—here come prison time
Tryna get one up on me? Uh! You must be extra high
Once that situation dead, I don't ever rectify
These n- don't ride these days—wonder why
Send you up to meet yo' dead homies—tell 'em I said, "Hi"
Send you up to meet yo' dead homies—tell 'em I said, "Hi" (Yeah)
Send you up to meet yo' dead homies—tell 'em I said—

Life livin' in a f- up era
Life livin' in a f- up era
Life livin' in a f- up era
Life
Life livin' in a f- up era
Life livin' in a f- up era
Life livin' in a f- up era
Life