Grief is a bitch, it shows up with someone you miss Heavy like a pillowcase of bricks, ah-ah Feels like a punch when it hits Grief is a bitch Depression's so hard It sneaks in and poisons your heart Builds you a cage in the dark, ah-ah The only way out looks too far Depression's so hard If you know then you know If you know, guess I'm not alone (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Guess I'm not alone (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Peace is so still It hugs you when nobody will Fills spaces that nothing else fills, ah-ah When chaos comes creeping to kill Peace is so still Joy is so sweet Somedays it's harder to keep When it's there it's so easy to see, ah-ah And it don't give up, it believes Joy is so sweet If you know then you know If you know, guess I'm not alone If you know then you know And if you know, guess I'm not alone Oh Guess I'm not alone Oh Life is so good Even when it doesn't seem so good It's a little bit misunderstood Wonder if you should hold, you should Yeah you should 'Cause life is so good

Pullin' up in that new toy The wrist on that boy rockstar like Pink Floyd Waving at rude boy, I'm wavin' at you, boy Ran off on the plug too like Trugoy Imagine me do-boy, you could never do what I do, boy Still, duckin' shit that I did, boy Niggas in Paris 'fore Hit-Boy These ain't the same type of hits, boy Shit can get litter than lit, boy You don't take these type of risks, boy 'Cause this boy been throwin' that D like Rich Boy You missed, boy; ya numbers don't add up on the blow That was ten years ago, if you know, you know (yeah) If you know, you know If you know, you know This thing of ours, oh, this thing of ours A fraternity of drug dealers ringin' off I just happen to be alumni Too legit, they still lookin' at me with one eye The company I keep is not corporate enough Child Rebel Soldier, you ain't orphan enough A rapper turned trapper can't morph into us But a trapper turned rapper can morph into Puff Dance contest for the smokers I predict snow, Al Roker (If you know, you know) I only ever looked up to Sosa You all get a bird, this nigga Oprah Bricklayers in ball shorts Coachin' from the side of the ball courts (If you know, you know) One stop like a Walmart We got the tennis balls for the wrong sport (If you know, you know) If you know 'bout the carport The trap door's supposed to be awkward (If you know, you know) That's the reason we ball for Circle 'round twice for the encore (If you know, you know) You ever been hit with the water weight Then had to weigh, "Do you war or wait?" (If you know, you know) When we all clickin' like Golden State And you and your team are the motorcade (If you know, you know) Been grantin' wishes like a genie Two bad hoes in two-piece bikinis I've been hidin' where you can see me The skybox is right next to RiRi's Solely responsible for showin' rappers how to stand On the front lines when trappers started throwin' bands Where were you when Big Meech brought the tigers in? 'Cause I was busy earnin' stripes like a tiger's skin Bricklayers in ball shorts Coachin' from the side of the ball courts (If you know, you know) One stop like a Walmart We got the tennis balls for the wrong sport (If you know, you know) If you know 'bout the carport The trap door supposed to be awkward (If you know, you know) That's the reason we ball for Circle 'round twice for the encore (If you know, you know)

Bitch taste good like a peppermint Two black trucks left from peppermint Strip club night, putting racks out If you a bad lil bitch, poke the back out Back out Bad lil bitch, poke the back out Back out, back out Competition, who can make the back move? Go against the gang, that's a bad move You a lil bitch with a attitude Met at cafe gratitude Take a picture, post it up for fashion nova She just wanna drink, she ain't never sober Moncler Bubble with Chanel friends Brand new crib, got Chanel friends Put your best friend on your boomerang Put your best friend on your boomerang This a hundred racks, it ain't running out This a hundred racks, it ain't running out Bitch taste good like a peppermint Two black trucks left from peppermint Strip club night, putting racks out If you a bad lil bitch, poke the back out Back out Bad lil bitch, poke the back out Back out, back out Bad lil bitch poke her back out Bust it up before we put the racks out Broke lil boy make me laugh out loud She from H town, nigga, that's down south Two cheek, left cheek, right cheek It's her birthday, she a Pisces We just had a threesome with a Gemini She ain't my girl, she a friend of mine Sold out my show, that bitch tell it packed I fucked again, now she so attached She want me, it's gon' take more than that Make it look good, girl, go poke it out Bitch taste good like a peppermint Two black trucks left from peppermint Strip club night, putting racks out If you a bad lil bitch, poke the back out Back out Bad lil bitch, poke the back out Back out, back out Went from the back to the front row Into the engine where the trunk go She heard about them boys out in California Rented out once now I'm in bunnies Strip club night, putting racks out Magnum rosé, whatchu mad about? Back out, poke the back out All I got is cash, no PayPal Playa, I love it when you call me big papa Uh, all I got is cash, no PayPal Bitch taste good like a peppermint (Yeah) Two black trucks left from peppermint (That's right) Strip club night, putting racks out If you a bad lil bitch, poke the back out (Uh) Back out Bad lil bitch, poke the back out Back out, back out Bitch taste good like a peppermint Two black trucks left from peppermint Strip club night, putting racks out If you a bad lil bitch, poke the back out Back out Bad lil bitch, poke the back out Back out, back out

Ain't no way in hell I can sit back I see these lil' niggas on the drip jack Forgiatto clique, we don't like you niggas Paparazzi here, taking lots of pictures Broke boy, broke boy, gotta try harder Diamonds on my chain, boy this real water I might blow your spot up like Osama In Leimert Park, I call Dom up Be careful where you at, that's a jack, boy Louis 13th with the pack, boy Niggas try to block me like a goalie I'm drivin' like I never heard of police Lately I been really into cooler shit Hit-Boy got the crib with the pool and shit I shouldn't have to break down the law Never tell them boys, what you saw Ooh, Jay 305, ooh, make room (skrt) I'm doin' a 100 damn Crenshaw, thank you Prada on the pedal, what that thang do? Westside money, come and pay dues! Fuck peace, mother fuck the police Last five years gettin' no sleep Bang, bang, I told you niggas I don't really fuck with you niggas Last time I checked y'all was dick ridin' What's wrong with you niggas? No, who raised you? Sons, I made you Headshots on headshots Had 'em spinnin' out like maple If they pull us over, put this in your bra No sir, you can't search my car I'm above the law Bitch, I don't talk to y'all Bitch I shouldn't have to break down the law Never tell 'em boys, what you saw Niggas tryna block me like a goalie I'm drivin' like I never heard of police