Armageddon

Lyrics

[Intro] You all, through your lifetime, have been subjected to the fear of death That haunting fear of death, "what will happen to me?" "Death is my enemy", "where will I go?", "what will I do at the hall of death?" [Verse 1] Bitch, I'm on zoom Keep tryna figure me out, we ain't cool Dont give a fuck about no feelings or rules I tell your bitch what it is, she say "cool" I'm off the top when I hit, but it's true They tryna cancel me out, but I tune They tryna park all my shit, but I cruise Tryna win, they want me to lose Boy, I dont give a fuck 'bout no bitch You know who I am I'm on the block when the money land I was on blocks with the funny tan Like fuck all the cops Do the running man I'm cooking up opps, get your pot and pan I don't need all them stans to know who I am I just stuffed all them bricks in the rental van I'm good, I'm good, I'm good Tell shawty "please pour up my foam" I'm in the back, that's a league of my own Don't get it back, but i keep giving more Keep telling me "oh", they want me to blow I'm blowing Sherbacio, feelings let go They trying to stop me, I keep getting more Been finding my way, don't know where to go I'm in the field, still on ten toes Chopping it up, once a month just to coast I'm out of the pack and I want all the smoke What happened to kin, we used to be folk Get shook like a pen, I'm selling my soul Saying you got me but never come close I married the streets, my Glock on propose You posting for clout, that's cute when you pose I'm in and out, still feeling alone [Chorus] Keep counting me out, I'mma keep getting it in Pour in a drought, I'm tryna feel it again (Feel it again) They single me out, I got no feelings again, (Feelings again) Keep counting it up, I'd rather money than friends, money than friends No feelings again, I rather money than friends, money than friends No feelings again, I rather money than friends, money than friends No feelings again, I rather money than friends, money than friends No feelings again, I rather money than friends, money than friends [Verse 2] Oh you mad? Good Oh you sad? Good Paper tags? Ugh! Smoking gas? Ugh! All I know is big fact, big facts All I count is big racks, big racks If you ain't first, you last Tryna hold me, can't grasp I can't hang with you wannabes Tell the truth you wanna be I dont fear what I'm going to be That's in front of me, that's in front of me All this pain it's a part of me All this fame it's a part of me Tryna be, all I got is me That's in front of me That's in front of me [Outro] Beat Fiends