New Script

(albüm: Singles Vol 1 - 2023)

Yeah
I said my goodbyes
Lost some of the realest niggas in my life
I know I'm a sinner, can't repent to Christ
They selling my soul, I'm gon' offer any price
[?]
I gave 'em a option, yappa's or the knife
Anxiety kept me up on many nights

Side with my bitch, yeah, I wasn't committed
She said she gon' dip, damn, my heart got omitted
She got a new script, yeah, to deal with my feelin's
I know I should quit, yeah, it's probably gon' kill 'em

But fuck it I feel like I'm ready to die
Notorious BIG, fuck a warning, run up and then leg on the fly
The bully, you know, I'm no regular guy
Pistol stuck to my side just like cellulite
Ain't tryna' come off like a stereotype
But nigga's did end up in burial sites
But failure keep a nigga from reaching the top
I admit I felt like I was scared of those heights
Pray that my kids don't inherit my vice
I made it, the reaper was sparing my life
Was losing myself, damn near scaring my wife
Was doing her wrong, couldn't stare in her eyes
I could feel something in the air tonight
You nigga's didn't listen to Jarren's advice
Oh, you ain't survive in the jungle? Well, you ain't prepared
You nigga's too scared of mic?

Yeah
I said my goodbyes
Lost some of the realest niggas in my life
I know I'm a sinner, can't repent to Christ
They selling my soul, I'm gon' offer any price
[?]
I gave 'em a option, yappa's or the knife
Anxiety kept me up on many nights

Man, I got bottles, and old school Impalas
Got glizzy's and yappa's, bitch you get demolished
[?]
That bitch gotta donk, but that hoe too snobbish

My nigga welcome to the dark side
Smell the fear when nigga's let the sparks fly
Hit the bottom, where the fucking sharks glide
New beginning, Jason Voorhees part 5
Put my kids on her, like a park slide
Swear the bitch's top, will make your heart cry
Swear to god, tell them niggas mark my, words, watch y'all let me march by
It's the school bully
I'm a beast, right?
On my way, while they sitting seaside
Shit, I fucking barely trust myself
Instead, for you to cross me nigga?
That's when we slide
12-piece, hot, deep-fried
Shit been different since my uncle Keith died
I don't give a fuck about your street tithes
This the big dog, from the East-side
Benton, yeah

Yeah
I said my goodbyes
Lost some of the realest niggas in my life
I know I'm a sinner, can't repent to Christ
They selling my soul, I'm gon' offer any price
[?]
I gave 'em a option, yappa's or the knife
Anxiety kept me up on many nights

Side with my bitch, yeah, I wasn't committed
She said she gon' dip, damn, my heart got omitted
She got a new script, yeah, to deal with my feelin's
I know I should quit, yeah, it's probably gon' kill 'em