They ain't know I was coming
They ain't know
They thought I was on my depressed shit, huh, that's crazy
That's insane
You gotta choose, I was quiet, but I had to lose my cool
I was DL but I still was making moves
Hit it once, and then I toss it, like a Juul
My money don't agree with all your motherf*ckin' rules
Slimy concentrate on the end of the tool
I'm just grindin', drivin' for this bread like I'm a mule
I just write what's real, I don't say it to feel cool
My life don't agree with all your motherf*ckin' rules
Back again, like I'm an addict
I am in front, you're my internet, you laggin'
B-O-Z with this f*ckin' punch I'm packin'
You can text me, and then we can get it crackin'
I used to be calm then people pissed me off
I used to get so high, now I dab and don't cough
But I ain't braggin' I'm laughin' I need a T-break
Wanna throw away my life, but I keep it, for keepsake
I keep it for keepsake
I ain't very patient, f*ck you if you make me wait
Uh, the same pussies who gave me hate
Give me all their money, and hit me up everyday
Oh, Jacob just switched up his flow
I don't know, some days I'm high, and then others, I'm low
I don't know much, but with depression, I'm a pro
I just wanna die, but it don't matter, 'cause I'm ghost
R-U-N, yeah, I been runnin' shit
You think that you better? Then there's something that I must've missed
2, to the 7, on the bottom of that f*ckin' shit
I would go make $10,000, but I already f*ckin' did
Now I'm onto f*ckin' six, wonder why they f*ck with him
If they ain't wanna let me in, then either way I'm coming in
All these grown men wanna hit me in the f*ckin' chin
I just run the stu, I don't run the motherf*ckin' gym, it's J
You gotta choose, I was quiet, but I had to lose my cool
I was DL but I still was making moves
Hit it once, and then I toss it, like a Juul
My money don't agree with all your motherf*ckin' rules
Slimy concentrate on the end of the tool
I'm just grindin', drivin' for this bread like I'm a mule
I just write what's real, I don't say it to feel cool
My life don't agree with all your motherf*ckin' rules
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They ain't know I was coming
They ain't know
They thought I was on my depressed shit, huh, that's crazy
That's insane
You gotta choose, I was quiet, but I had to lose my cool
I was DL but I still was making moves
Hit it once, and then I toss it, like a Juul
My money don't agree with all your motherf*ckin' rules
Slimy concentrate on the end of the tool
I'm just grindin', drivin' for this bread like I'm a mule
I just write what's real, I don't say it to feel cool
My life don't agree with all your motherf*ckin' rules
Back again, like I'm an addict
I am in front, you're my internet, you laggin'
B-O-Z with this f*ckin' punch I'm packin'
You can text me, and then we can get it crackin'
I used to be calm then people pissed me off
I used to get so high, now I dab and don't cough
But I ain't braggin' I'm laughin' I need a T-break
Wanna throw away my life, but I keep it, for keepsake
I keep it for keepsake
I ain't very patient, f*ck you if you make me wait
Uh, the same pussies who gave me hate
Give me all their money, and hit me up everyday
Oh, Jacob just switched up his flow
I don't know, some days I'm high, and then others, I'm low
I don't know much, but with depression, I'm a pro
I just wanna die, but it don't matter, 'cause I'm ghost
R-U-N, yeah, I been runnin' shit
You think that you better? Then there's something that I must've missed
2, to the 7, on the bottom of that f*ckin' shit
I would go make $10,000, but I already f*ckin' did
Now I'm onto f*ckin' six, wonder why they f*ck with him
If they ain't wanna let me in, then either way I'm coming in
All these grown men wanna hit me in the f*ckin' chin
I just run the stu, I don't run the motherf*ckin' gym, it's J
You gotta choose, I was quiet, but I had to lose my cool
I was DL but I still was making moves
Hit it once, and then I toss it, like a Juul
My money don't agree with all your motherf*ckin' rules
Slimy concentrate on the end of the tool
I'm just grindin', drivin' for this bread like I'm a mule
I just write what's real, I don't say it to feel cool
My life don't agree with all your motherf*ckin' rules
They ain't know
They thought I was on my depressed shit, huh, that's crazy
That's insane
You gotta choose, I was quiet, but I had to lose my cool
I was DL but I still was making moves
Hit it once, and then I toss it, like a Juul
My money don't agree with all your motherf*ckin' rules
Slimy concentrate on the end of the tool
I'm just grindin', drivin' for this bread like I'm a mule
I just write what's real, I don't say it to feel cool
My life don't agree with all your motherf*ckin' rules
Back again, like I'm an addict
I am in front, you're my internet, you laggin'
B-O-Z with this f*ckin' punch I'm packin'
You can text me, and then we can get it crackin'
I used to be calm then people pissed me off
I used to get so high, now I dab and don't cough
But I ain't braggin' I'm laughin' I need a T-break
Wanna throw away my life, but I keep it, for keepsake
I keep it for keepsake
I ain't very patient, f*ck you if you make me wait
Uh, the same pussies who gave me hate
Give me all their money, and hit me up everyday
Oh, Jacob just switched up his flow
I don't know, some days I'm high, and then others, I'm low
I don't know much, but with depression, I'm a pro
I just wanna die, but it don't matter, 'cause I'm ghost
R-U-N, yeah, I been runnin' shit
You think that you better? Then there's something that I must've missed
2, to the 7, on the bottom of that f*ckin' shit
I would go make $10,000, but I already f*ckin' did
Now I'm onto f*ckin' six, wonder why they f*ck with him
If they ain't wanna let me in, then either way I'm coming in
All these grown men wanna hit me in the f*ckin' chin
I just run the stu, I don't run the motherf*ckin' gym, it's J
You gotta choose, I was quiet, but I had to lose my cool
I was DL but I still was making moves
Hit it once, and then I toss it, like a Juul
My money don't agree with all your motherf*ckin' rules
Slimy concentrate on the end of the tool
I'm just grindin', drivin' for this bread like I'm a mule
I just write what's real, I don't say it to feel cool
My life don't agree with all your motherf*ckin' rules
Writer: Jacob Gosse
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