Phill T - Death? Lyrics

So what is death ?
What is the meaning of death ?
Which means the ending
The ending of everything

This life I'm living starting to feel crazy
Every girl I meet wanna be in my life
And they all tryna have my baby
I tell em I'm good I'm straight
You ain't want me like that way back in 07
Now you seeing how I'm living
And you wanna f*ck with me
No ma'am I'm good you can keep on steppin

Yeah gotta call my momma ain't talked in a while
Gotta tell her how I'm tryna move up outta Texas
This ain't the place for me
Whole state full of people
And basic fees and basic peeps
Probably finna move to New York
They fashion scene is made for me
I want more paper please
Don't need no fake disease
These niggas speak fake-anese
Keep the grass real short from the snakes
I make sure that I rake the leaves
All I ever wanted was a whole lot of money
Now I got it and they wonder where the hell
I get it from I'd rather go against the grain
You'd rather go against the gun
I'm serving free smoke If you want to Nigga
You can come around and get you some
Way back when I was 21 and a nigga had twenties
On my whip with a silver gun that Monte Carlo
It was black and it had my name on the back

Ever since then I changed my life
And now I'm tryna get my paper back
Yeah used to waste my bread on Jordans
Now I'm chillin' in a very important
She ask me if I'm happy
I tell her I'm just enjoying
Don't ask me if I want you
Just ask me where I'm going
Might ask if you wanna come with me
She reply hell yeah
Now I'm chillin' with your bitch in this foreign
Don't speak too loud when I'm talkin
But I bet they understand what I'm sayin'
When we ride in the Tesla it's quiet
Like a library I'm readin' a book
And my brother he prayin

For the ones we lost who ain't here today
They smilin' down at me from the clouds
All that shit we talked about and now we did it
I know my nigga John real proud
New money every day when I wake up
Feelin' good that I don't do drugs
I pop up at the function

Everybody tryna give me hugs
I'm just tryna eat and chop it up
With my favorite ones
I know my pops real proud
He lookin' at his youngest son
Yeah I'm the youngest one
Now I got the biggest bag
And now I'm on the biggest path

It's crazy how it happen
Now I'm the one shit
Now I'm the one shit

Ending of your possessions
Ending of all your remembrances
Ending all your attachments
Ending of the the pleasurable
Or unhappy habits
But rather into what isn't