Shout-out Brax, he my mother****in' day one Spent some late nights thinking that I would be done Now I talk smack, even though I own no gun Haven't dropped "suicide note", that's kinda dumb Shout-out Brax, he my mother****in' day one Spent some late nights thinking that I would be done Now I talk smack, even though I own no gun Haven't dropped "suicide note", that's kinda dumb (Shout-out-) (****in'-) (Spent some-) (That I-) (Now I-) (Though I-) (Haven't dropped-) (Note, that's-) God's Hand, mother****er, I'ma make a grand slam I'ma take my stance, slapback, then dance Feel like Kidd 'cause I got that electictric glance Wanna talk back and distrust my plans? Boy, you not a fan, you try to run up on me You just a stan, you be acting hella goofy Wear that two piece, you know I got that slut in Me-me-me-me-me-me-me- (ugh) Might just run up on a druggie, catch myself some strays Better than being in my room, counting days I don't really care, I just wanna get paid I don't really care, get the **** outta my way, bitch Don't talk 'bout my language, got it from my dad, bitch Know I'm hella average, ain't no ****ing savage I just ****ing slay, bitch I just wanna get laid, get wasted all day, like Shout-out Brax, he my mother****in' day one Spent some late nights thinking that I would be done Now I talk smack, even though I own no gun Haven't dropped "suicide note", that's kinda dumb Shout-out Brax, he my mother****in' day one Spent some late nights thinking that I would be done Now I talk smack, even though I own no gun Haven't dropped "suicide note", that's kinda dumb (Shout-out-) (****in'-) (Spent some-) (That I-) (Now I-) (Though I-) (Haven't dropped-) Haven't dropped "suicide note", that's kinda dumb (Shout-out-) (****in'-) (Spent some-) (That I-) (Now I-) (Though I-) (Haven't dropped-) (Note, that's-) Shout-out Adam, shout-out Sully, they've been there for me And I'd die for them to keep making heat More than myself, I love my homies, they're my family I swear to God that they're everything to me Backtrack to my old songs, those were kinda ass, ay Now I've really grown to something, I be making gas, ay Hun, I couldn't care if you thinkin' I don't pass, ay Ay, ay, ay, huh, huh, huh, huh Like I'm glaive with the bass, Imma find the limelight Getting high, reach the skylines, think I'm alright Thinking that I'm good enough to finish making "late nights" 'Cause those songs the reason that I'm alive Remember writing for DELIRIUM in 2023 But please don't check the credits, that's still got my dead name Back when I didn't know myself, back when I thought I was a "he" Back when I thought I was a dud, guess that part is still the same Shout-out Brax, he my mother****in' day one Spent some late nights thinking that I would be done Now I talk smack, even though I own no gun Haven't dropped "suicide note", that's kinda dumb