I can't run to you, Father I need love I can't talk to you, Mother I know it's got you caught up But your sweet sinless sensation was not my style And I'm not givin' up So tell me if I run away How long will I bleed Tell me if I run away How long will I bleed Colors blend They're all black and white And Goddamn it, I can not bend I'm all shriveled inside But your sweet sinless sensation was not my style And I'm not givin' up So tell me if I run away How long will I bleed Tell me if I run away How long will I bleed Ain't no point in tryna pick-a me up when I am down Yeah, you can stick out your hand And you can lean towards the ground I'll be tryna suckle all liquid out the dirt Tryna catch a curve, diggin' my own grave Mmm Mama I'll be tryna suckle liquid out the dirt Tryna catch a curve, diggin' my own grave Mmm Mama But your sweet sinless sensation was not my style And I'm not givin' up So tell me if I run away How long will I bleed Tell me if I run away How long will I bleed

Gang shit, nigga Yeah Fuck you talkin' 'bout, man? This shit's got the most views out of Everything I've ever put up on my shit That little clip, that shit got a million views I ain't never got no views on some shit out Who you think you ahead of? Not us In the S or the Porsche Carerras somethin' Fuck twins like Tia and Tamera somethin' Yeah that boy gettin' bread, Panera, somethin' Landed in the GT, leer or somethin' Put Posto in the Air or somethin' Marry her, she have an affair I'ma spin that ho like Pharris Born in the Chi like Ye But I do crimes like Bump J, I ain't scared of nothin' Passport stamp, young nigga ran up that sack Might as well go to Paris, huh? Woofin, got whacked you embarrassed, huh? Pussy you act like you scared of somethin' Gon' and shoot up the terrorists (shoot up the terrorists) Then they gon' realize it's serious (blah, blah) I ain't even on that, period (period) I'm makin' millions, I'm serious (I'm makin' millions) That money come in various (furious) Can't count it, I get delirious (delirious) I bought my mama a mansion (a mansion) So I can't trip over materials (yeah, yeah) But I'm still dipped in that fashion Know I stay drippin', that's period These niggas drippin', that's period Nah, they can't fly and I'm serious (serious) They right behind, I'm serious (serious) And I'm straight off the 9, now I'm serious Who you gon' send to fuck with me? Take stuff from me or from any of mine? Now I'm curious (I'm curious) Better think 'fore you bust at me If you miss, I'll clap a 50 and, man, now I'm furious Dived in that water, dived like Aquarius Young nigga, we was breakin' the barriers (breakin' the barriers) If you grabbin' that toy, better carry it (better carry it) Tryna hide in that Porsche on some scary shit (fuck yeah) All I smoke is loud, you got that mild like Darius (yeah) My son ain't gotta work because he Gon' inherit it, uh huh (gon' inherit it) We yell, "Gang-gang first," you don't even know your heritage (bitch) Took the cash from verses, I give that shit to charity Lovin' my city like Chano, I swear Why the fuck I still gotta ride everywhere with it? "Herb I seen you on the news, I was worried" We was just jokin' with y'all, that's a parody We don't talk too much, got D's everywhere (everywhere) We still fresh, double G's everywhere (everywhere) I put the VV's everywhere (everywhere) I do Mike Amiri's, every pair And they know me for shittin' on everybody I'm the one that do shit that you hear about I'm the one that told y'all that I move like Obama Then how the fuck they end up with my whereabouts? Why the got the [?] Middle of summer, hot like a sauna We was laid back in the back of the Honda [?] sneak up, anaconda It ain't happen, not one day, your honor I was somewhere eatin' Benihana's Get valet and Lil' Benny to park it All my life I had been in apartments Move to valley, get a crib, I'm ballin' My bitch always primpin', keep ballin' Yes I'm a lil' workaholic Hit the crib with a 50 and all 20's I'ma just make her count all of 'em But I get the backend all blues Nah don't fuck around, bruh, do all of it Know it's goin' right to lil' dude Already got a closet, all shoes Bought 10 pairs of baby G-Fazos And my bitch got a closet with some Loubs Cashed out on the crib, I ain't get the view I'm like, "Fuck it, no problem, it'll do" Mama's crib got a pond, not a pool We had roaches and rats, I ain't get to move I survived through it all, it's true (yes, it's true) Slept on couches and floors all through middle school Now I'm cool, now I'm 'bool Now my car go vroom, (vroom) Niggas hatin' on me, but it's bool Guess I got rich too soon Nigga, I've been rappin' like six years (what?) I seen ten niggas get killed What about me turnin' down them deals? (Huh) Now you pissed off 'cause I switched wheels? Uh, who run it? Limit No Limit run it No Limit Who run it? G Herbo I'm done with this shit

(Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?) Nah, nah I been grippin' pistols, I been cuttin' niggas drank I been puttin' stickers, on the bottom of the Drac' I put the city on my back, I can really get a "Thanks" I claimed niggas was my dawgs, they turned out to be the jakes Came in a thousand times before my daughter, I was shootin' blanks Could you really, really save me? (Save me) Could you really, really save me? (Save) Could you really, really save me? Trench baby, I was on my last with my fifth baby Rent, cable, couldn't pay with cards, it was disabled Gotta build a relationship with your kids whenever a bitch hate you Talk about you like you ain't shit, like we ain't save you Every time I'm tryna go pay your bond whenever they reinstate you I won't believe no rumors, that nigga snitch 'cause I ain't even see no paper Street niggas'll never get tapped on the back whenever they see us make it My dawg be talkin' 'bout one of my dawgs, I'm like that shit is crazy You ain't got to be top-notch everywhere, you could be trenches famous These niggas be talkin' 'bout who they killed that shit be entertainment Sit back, laugh, and talkin' 'bout how we came from the basement And I don't be carin' 'bout the next nigga, shit, the trenches made me I been grippin' pistols, I been cuttin' niggas drank I been puttin' stickers, on the bottom of the Drac' I put the city on my back, I can't really get a "Thanks" I claimed niggas was my dawgs, they turned out to be the jakes Came in a thousand times before my daughter, I was shootin' blanks Could you really, really save me? (Save me) Could you really, really save me? (Save) Could you really, really save me? I gave you a thousand dollars on brother times a lot of times They ask me what I want in return, I told 'em a lot of slidin' I was down on my back, I ain't wanna ask, that's just a part of pride I never let go, never ever, I lock down Who gon' ride when you at your lowest? From the guys, I don't feel no harm Head down, I pray with my palms and I cry when I play with my son When it's time, you better not run, man down on St. Lawrence They dyin', they backdoorin', they tryin' and they know it From the streets, you go through courses, gun down with no remorses Real love, ain't gon' force it, real love can be torture Eight bars off endorsement, not a gang, this shit corporate Fuck with the feelings, act like a lawyer I'm The Voice, I don't hear voices I been grippin' pistols, I been cuttin' niggas drank I been puttin' stickers, on the bottom of the Drac' I put the city on my back, I can really get a "Thanks" I claimed niggas was my dawgs, they turned out to be the jakes Came in a thousand times before my daughter, I was shootin' blanks Could you really, really save me? (Save me) Could you really, really save me? (Save) Could you really, really save me?