Everybody’s Gone

Lyrics

[Chorus] All the shit that I be on Helped me put the paper in my palm Yeah, the shit that I be on All pressure, it's making me get strong 'Cause everybody's gone I had to prove everybody wrong That's the shit that I be on [Verse 1] Lately, I've been drumming, homie Just got the pistol from my homie that he shot my other homie with But that's another story Round here, ride out for yourself, it's mandatory And a bullet wound is self-explanatory The streets love me and thе fans adore me Old friends in my storiеs, like, "What up, OT? Can you score me? Sign for the low, come on, sign for your bro" It's love coming from the strangers and favours from ones you know I got issues nobody knows, I got pistols I'll never show I got kids, I'll make your family get smaller to see mine grow Just got some butter, I'd love it to see the stove Cut made the coke melt, I gotta keep it cold Bro on tour stuck like, "I gotta see my PO" If I'm dropping a sixty-two, I gotta see least three O's I'm really getting shit jumping at all these shows Bro inherited a quarter ticket and stuck it all in his nose I guess I turned to a hustler with a soul Black Forces Supreme now and ain't no twenties in my soul They caught my man with fake money and he told What a pussy, he was good, he coulda shut up and been home I got homies in the grave that I miss, I'm sick I got homies still alive that I wish got hit I really went from nick rock shifts to big block flips I took the rock and I compressed it like a TikTok mix [Chorus] All the shit that I be on Helped me put the paper in my palm Yeah, the shit that I be on All pressure, it's making me get strong 'Cause everybody's gone I had to prove everybody wrong That's the shit that I be on [Verse 2] Lately, I've been drumming, homie At night, I call to talk to God, He don't say nothing to me It's getting dark, I probably got some karma coming for me Probably some shit that I did that I didn't have to do Now it's judgement for me Probably a secret I'd have took to the grave Crooked and crazed from all the crack we cooked in the shade It's only robbing if you took it when you looked in their face I guess it's logic, we get put in our place, I had to take a L Go on, little homie, save yourself I'm so far gone, the devil's reaching to me as I make a sale I hear the demons speaking to me from the gates of Hell But if the charges ain't murder, I can make the bail Me and the plug relationship solid Too much paper gets counted, can't say shit about it And the car got a box like a safety deposit Blazing exotic, don't need another case from narcotics Back when I was young, never thought this could be But lunch tables to the chow halls, the hardest was me And I know it isn't hard to believe, I play the cards on my sleeve It's been a while since the odds was with me I seen homies in the grave that I miss, I'm sick I got homies still alive that I wish got hit I really went from nick rock shifts to big block flips And now my watch got the big rocks, bitch That's the shit that I be on [Chorus] All the shit that I be on Helped me put the paper in my palm Yeah, the shit that I be on All pressure, it's making me get strong 'Cause everybody's gone