Let's start the story backwards
I'm dead, she's dead, just another Black Lives Mattered
And if I died today, I'd die a bastard
TikTok rapper, part time YouTube actor
Pop my shit then a muscle relaxer
Intergalacter, worldwide capper
I dirty shoes and put 'em back in the box
Like voilà, the Looney Tunes back in stock
I'm Little Miss Stanka Pooh, little Miss Who Are You?
Little loose screw, fur hat with the kangaroo
Who woulda knew? Who'da thunk it?
Who'da got the ball from Big Moo and who'da dunk it?
If this relationship was left up to you, you'da sunk it
Talkin' out my ass and that's my assumption, but
That's my conjunction
I'm runnin' back to you like a fat kid at luncheon, please
I'd swallow my pride before I choke on my greed
Show you my cards before I'd gamble my seat, uh
Fuck are we talkin' about? What's the discussion?
Sharing memes with the chairman over some English muffins
I'm just shootin' the shit over some pretty production
And it's still not enough of somethin', needs more somethin'-somethin'
Who's that creepin' through my rearview? (Thirty-somethin')
I'm not nervous, I'm just concerned for us
What if I die a Taurus? What if I die on purpose?
What if it wasn't even worth it? What if I'm walkin' alone?
What if I choke on this Slurpee? What if I make it big?
What if my car exploded while I'm casually pumping the gas and smokin' a cig?
What if my life was loaded? Loaded pile of shit
Whole lotta pussy and a whole lotta dick
Whole lotta bills and a whole lotta kids
That's it
And if those the only fears that I'll take to my grave
I'm pissin' on you hoes, livin' or dead
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