(L Beats)
I made a lot of money, spent most of it makin' a bail
Doin' whatever, feel ain't gettin' nowhere, like a pitbull tryna chase its tail
It get lonely on this paper trail
Had to make a sad song for all the soul snatchers runnin' from they shadow
F*ck I'ma cap for? I don't tweet, I just show
Made peace with my ghosts so I can reap what I sow, yeah
Soon I hop out the booth, I hop in the V with my Zoe
I'm in the sheets with a big ol' pole, ain't tryna sleep with my ho
Mm, mama called me in jail, thinkin' 'bout my newborn (?)
You Heaven-sent and bro, you lightskin, you look like just like me
Shootin' guns, abusin' drugs, I'm too young to be livin' like this
My grandma say, "A lot of people gon' die about you, Tyson"
If you call me Jason, then you knew me way before I was famous
I'll murder Satan when I go deliver my soul to Haiti
Go ask my mami, I'm lil' Bill, I kill for real
Ask my family, I was ill since I little
Tryna catch fire