[Intro: Sample]
Alright, this is uh, a little something I been working on
It’s new

[Verse]
It’s dead vines intertwined
On a rusty old paint-chipped fence
I’m trying to make it make sense
The muddy water seemed dense
The first steps bring stress
Role designer, phone ringing
That’s my future baby mama
Bitch bad as a karma
I usually take all bitches garments, off
When they slide on my bed
With them clothes from outside, no sir
My daddy gave it to 'em straight
And to this day I’m the exact same way
In these weird times
I had to get myself a Uzi and my brother a nine
Whatever happens is fine
We ain’t stressed, n***as sip on this wine
With the dollars we invest in this time
And, we ain’t never ask for you to say shit
Just leave this off your fucking playlist
N***as is plaintiffs like bitches complaining, [?] gaining
Flip my last couple dollars remaining
We maintaining, still fading
The dog food make you feeling jazz
It’s like lean without the taste and pizzazz
I used to say “Fuck it”, now I find myself chasing this cash
Your shorty can’t eat notebooks
Rather catch a loop, fuck a jux, or rub bows with crooks
When they was ten and you could tell [?]
That they’d soon become businessmen
My n***a dropped a pale crap and he took his soul back
I thank God for that
My n***a dropped a pale crap and he took his soul back
So I hit bad [?]
A long way from [?] Cadillac
It's blowing stress in the CTS or stealing mad shit from CVS
Mad shit from CVS, n***a