Quadriplegic (Based Freestyle)

Lyrics

Forgive me Forgive me for what I don't know What I do How I think You feel me? I remember On some based freestyle hits Talkin' about my life I can remember Easier days, stuff in the past, new waves Brush my hair again, and get paid What the fuck? Everybody acting lame Moms call my phone but I don't answer So much pain in my soul, when I ask her So much pain, repeated that Understand, get it through your brain Me and you was real, me and you was not the same But we right here Split up, what the fuck, got split up More money, more hiccups Then I sit up Sick as fuck, what? Lazy motherfuckers sick and dim Like a cut on your skin, healing up Dollar bills or what ain't enough More lifestyle, more wildstyle My life is wild, like the wildstyle outside lifestyle Put you underground Lil B is my friend that's my best friend the BasedGod Always with him Always with them I know you, but I know them No choosing sides Every time I come out I'm choosing a side Left the right car imported, you don't understand man The game is nauseous Think about what I say I spit I Came in the game with this grip I Leave you, put you to death Something like grips Death Grips, choke your neck God damn this is all respect J-P-E-G Mafia on your head, now you dead I do it ASAP like Rocky, that's my friend Come in the game, you don't know him I'm Lil like Yachty, come straight to your body And shoutout to the Weeknd, I love you forever I said the week end Post Malone I love ya, I said Post Malone I love ya Came into the game, all this shit never been the same Lock my hands up but I'm still free Being black is crazy but I'm still me Lil B is my friend I know Lil B The BasedGod, please save me Theater [?] You know me