Caught in the wires Staring at nothing Off in a dream, dream, dream Dream not worth discussing Cannibalize all versions of myself Where I wait for the eruption to collapse me into hell Caught in the fire (caught in the fire) Embedded in you Off in a dream, dream, dream All I know is right now I'm through Head underwater The baffled king composing hallelujah Permanent drain Dirt kicked into a foxhole Cover the door, trapped you in Then they scoff and wait for apologies Will you kiss their hands and lay back down And die in a city you've never been? Caught in the fire (caught in the fire) Embedded in you Off in a dream, dream, dream All I know is right now I'm through Ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh Ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh Ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh Ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh Ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh Ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh Ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh Ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh

Is it reckless that my effigies are running loose? The serpent sees in red and blue But I keep sleeping next to you When the moon approaches cautiously like it's abused You practice being so confused Pray away tomorrow Pray away tomorrow Pray away tomorrow These static walls, they all extend I sit inside and rot behind my Vpn You swallowed my innocence I let you win, I let you win Let me descend You were monotone You were satisfied You just can't decide Oh-woah-oh-oh You're a circuit board You're a dinosaur You just can't provide Oh-woah-oh-oh Pray away tomorrow Pray away tomorrow These static walls, they all extend I sit inside and rot behind my Vpn You swallowed my innocence I let you win, I let you win Let me descend These static walls, they all extend I sit inside and rot behind my Vpn You swallowed my innocence I let you win, I let you win Let me descend These static walls, they all extend I sit inside and rot behind my Vpn You swallowed my innocence I let you win, I let you win Let me descend

Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh I don't gotta say, "What's up?" to you, I don't gotta say, "Hey" (no) And I don't gotta act like I fuck with you, bitch, I'm already paid (ayy, yeah) And if you talk shit, then it's up with you, and that's where it's gon' stay, yeah 'Cause I ain't gotta act like I fuck with you, 'cause I'm already paid, haha, yeah 'Cause I got your bitch now in love with me (woo-woo, she's in love) And I'm in this bitch, now it's getting ugly (sheesh) 'Cause I got your bitch now in love with me (woo-woo, she's in love) And I'm in this bitch, now it's getting ugly (sheesh) Yeah, I'm getting money by the millions every month My bro' just told me that he's good, he made a killin' of the Runtz I'm in Atlanta, but I'm bringing home Brazilians from the club These women feel like I'm the one, I got Sicilian in my blood Plus, Big Tim and Herb stay on my side Counted up, eight figures while staying inside Bought another new car, love the way that it glides Killin' y'all every year is on my mind I don't gotta say, "What's up?" to you (nah), I don't gotta say, "Hey" (yeah, no) And I don't gotta act like I fuck with you (nah) Bitch, I'm already paid (it's way too late) And if you talk shit, then it's up with you, and that's where it's gon' stay, yeah 'Cause I ain't gotta act like I fuck with you, 'cause I'm already paid, haha, yeah 'Cause I got your bitch now in love with me (woo-woo, she's in love) And I'm in this bitch, now it's getting ugly (sheesh) 'Cause I got your bitch now in love with me (woo-woo, she's in love) And I'm in this bitch, now it's getting ugly (sheesh) Baby, custom-made everything, I'm feelin' kinda stylish I'on feel like drivin', so I'm slidin' with the driver Stripper party last night, 36 thousand Young, rich, and reckless, don't forget we that we be wildin' Cap rappers runnin' off a sweat, they not allowed in Back to back Lamborghini parked outside She tryna get outta here, I'm feeling her vibe Give a couple seconds, tell her friend and them, "bye" Diamonds in my teeth, you don't see 'em, I'on speak I done went up three M' this week Arguing with my girl, I done got caught up with a freak Ask about me, 150 thousands in a Jeep I be pushin' pounds, it's on God, niggas weak Bro gon' hit his ass with that rod if you tweak I done taught her into a ménage, I'm a freak Four million in cars, never started a lease I don't gotta say, "What's up?" to you, I don't gotta say, "Hey" (gotta say "Hey") And I don't gotta act like I fuck with you (nah) Bitch, I'm already paid ('cause I'm already paid) And if you talk shit, then it's up with you, and that's where it's gon' stay, yeah 'Cause I ain't gotta act like I fuck with you, 'cause I'm already paid, haha, yeah 'Cause I got your bitch now in love with me (woo-woo, she's in love) And I'm in this bitch, now it's getting ugly (sheesh) 'Cause I got your bitch now in love with me (woo-woo, she's in love) And I'm in this bitch, now it's getting ugly (sheesh, yeah-yeah-yeah)

Cook that shit up, Quay I'm takin' off again, suicide doors, I won't let 'em in Four or five cars, livin' like a god, payin' for my sins And this life that I'm in important I can hop in the Benz, a foreign Marlo said they come in in the morning I got vibes, every state I got choices Gucci coat like we stand on the corner with Mitch Like I'm straight out the 'partments, I'm rich as a bitch Takin' mine off the top, let lil' bro keep the difference Put an A in Atlanta, stand up for my city I was re-in' up daily, they thought I was kidding I was puttin' my profit up, saved me a milly I keep pourin' up Fantas so shit gettin' ridiculous Hope the doctor don't say that I need a new kidney Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up I fuck with Lil Baby, no infant (Uh) I used to make plays at the Quick Trip (I did) I spent a twenty on Quick Picks (Tell 'em) I run it back like a pick six (Woo) Add it all up, it's a re-up, man I'm ballin', I need equipment (Ballin') I just bought a lift kit (Yeah) Said she fell in love with a misfit (She love me) And fuck your opinion, you know how I'm livin' My closet say, "To be continued" (Fuck you) Back in the days I used to make plays At Spondivits off of Virginia Ain't no contender (Nah) Tattoo my name on placentas (Woo) I read a bitch like a kennel Made a half a mil' in a rental (Woo) All of my verses suspenseful My cuz a blood, menstrual He draws down, pants I know that they care for your instrument I ball, I need me an agent I just might be your replacement (I might) I got a whole lot of money But I got a little patience I got a whole lot of money But I got a little patience (Alright) I got a whole lot of money But I got a little patience My bitch a trip, vacation Too many chains, plantation If you a real nigga It ain't no expiration Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' (Huh, Wop) I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up (Go) They say Gucci's a criminal Flood my timepiece with emeralds (Burr) Not conserve' or no liberal Donate Rollies for Christmas (Huh) Heard I shop at Bar Harbor I spent reckless on denim (Wow) She so fine, got her addy Fucked, told my folks where to send her (Well damn) New 'Rari, half an M See the horse, know the emblem It's Big Guwop, it's him Always us over them (Fuck 'em) Niggas say they gon' do this and that Then duck when I see 'em (Huh) Don't compare me to Slim I could never be him (No) Copped so many new baguettes That I'm gettin' sick of myself (Bling) Big bully, crushed my peers So now I pick on myself (Huh) Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt Big diamond choker chokin' on me, man like Conor McGregor (It's Gucci) Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up

You're saying that you want me you don't really understand Thought that we were friends now you're tryna' hold my hand Told her I don't want no money, I don't want no fucking fans Got the the type of friends that'll fly out to Japan I ain't got no other plan though I ain't got no other plan though I'd rather hide then go make a couple bands though Look they made a song, now they say their life's a movie That shit be Ironic cause they sitting and they bruising They got money and they wanna spend it like they're cruising Yeah yeah now they pull up, now they losing You make tracks to make stacks I make mine to kick back and relax It's the shit that you wish that you had I been thinking bout spitting and measuring time Doubling rhythms and tripling rhymes You wanna sell tickets, you wanna make lines Stop calling my number, the fuck off my line I switch my flow up like I'm NASDAQ Deliver all my promises like Amazon's my backpack They're half that and I ain't gotta prove it cause they're laughed at So I can leave it ringing in your head this ain't my last track You're saying that you want me you don't really understand Thought that we were friends now you're tryna' hold my hand Told her I don't want no money, I don't want no fucking fans Got the the type of friends that'll fly out to Japan I ain't got no other plan though I ain't got no other plan though I'd rather hide then go make a couple You're saying that you want me you don't really understand Thought that we were friends now you're tryna' hold my hand Told her I don't want no money, I don't want no fucking fans Got the the type of friends that'll fly out to Japan I ain't got no other plan though I ain't got no other plan though I'd rather hide then go make a couple bands though

Voices in my head Now tell me that I'm dead now I just don't believe it Just tell me can you prove that you can prove them wrong Prove them wrong Prove them wrong Prove them wrong Voices in my head say I might end up dead today Can you prove them wrong wrong Can you prove them wrong wrong Cause I don't think you can I don't think you can