Till Im Deader

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, 'til I'm dead Uh Yeah Yeah [Verse] 'Til I'm dead, I'ma be the same way Get up, talk my shit every day You ain't jackin' me, then fuck out the way Turn this bitch into child's play Bitch, I work twenty-eight hours a day Check in with Neph', I'm doin' the same You ain't make no money, that's yo' fault Yo' bills ain't paid, that's yo' fault Get caught with the glick, that's my fault When I rock up my hand, I'm hot sauce Nigga talk too much, get knocked off Fuck with these niggas, the cops get called 'Til I'm dead, say what I want out my jaw Step in this bitch draggin' my balls Chrome Heart, PSD drawers They say they love you, lookin' for flaws Get on your bean, don't get off your grind Look at my face, nigga, don't lie Side bitch sell pussy on the side Had to cut her off, get on my grind My bitch is like two, two-point-five dimes Shoulda, coulda, woulda did it every time Too Tuff Tone on Tuesday on his grind [?] won't let me slip on my grind I don't rap the word, wrap it back up I am not just rappin' when I'm talkin' Talk how I talk when I speak that shit I talk facts, baby, when I'm talkin' Thirty days, thirty night, I take thirty-five hundred to the auction Dirty D, dirty nigga with a Glock Dirty pistol, tryna get on one So many times said lies, told lies, to my face, they wanna lie Fifty nigs, twenty dubs, fifty dimes, hundred dimes, ninety dimes Side window, kitchen window, front window, side window, in the back In a row, front door, servin' Auntie in a row, Bernie Mack Been ballin' consecutively, [?] back to back, still balling Still on it, got a Glick, then my brother's right there like Jonas Too Tuff Tone Tony, neck braids, had 'em on me Step in that bitch, speak my word Line the liquor up, bitch, stop laughing I need a lick, bitch, stop laughing Shit might be funny, but I'm not laughing Look at my bitch, like, "why is you laughing?" I need a lick, I am not laughing Thirty-five hundred, spent it last week Bitch, I rap just so we can eat If you sold pussy, I'd still love you If you stripped in a club, I'd still love you My flight to get here cost four fifty My momma rent cost nine fifty My Cash App say I sent my momma somethin' Cash App say I sent my daughter somethin' I did not send my baby momma nothin' Grandma like, "grandson, when you comin'?" 800 songs, I ain't did it for nothin' I'ma die in this shit, girl, not for nothin' Drink this Henny, baby, 'cause I need it Get back to work, baby, 'cause I need it Not keepin' my chains, baby, I need it Where the bean man at? 'Cause I need him This the same reason they killed Jesus People startin' to think that you need 'em My true colors low-down and greasy Might get an S curl like Eazy Cursed my momma out last week Almost called her a funky bitch Momma get paid to watch my kids If she don't get paid, momma might quit My daughters know I never had a job First thing I bought out of jail was a Glock One day, I worked a job Bought white ones, walked off the job Momma like, "why you quit your job?" My whole life seein' momma with one job My Auntie know I got seven jobs Entrepreneur, rappin' and sellin' shit Hang up on the label like "suck dick" Nigga, this the best album in the world Brainstorm produced the whole album They ain't think he can do the whole album Other producer, what? They wilin' Picture that, that's like Neph' with a stylist I told Brainstorm, "hold up, you wilin' They'll think you made beats in college" Slide through the A on my nigga Chad He damn near put the whole rock on his back He like Neph', "where you at, slidin' through the A? Big-ass mansion for you to stay"