Tell me what you miss in this old life
This old life, this old life
Tell me what you're missing, I could make it yours
Know I got it all, I would let you take out of mine
Tell me what you live for or you die for
Tell me, what could make you hold that 9?
Tell me, what could make you hold that knife and make things right?
Make things right, make things right
I don't care 'bout your opinion, only care about the answers
You think it's dark, know this shit gets darker
I been making money, you been throwing it at dancers
Every time I call this girl phone, know she answers
London's so cold, I'm in my old Rick parka
Feeling like Nic Cage, snakeskin, Wild Heart
Yes, I am a rapper, but I'm really 'bout fine art
I was off that drop movin' slow, like it's dial up
A whole lot of white suede and short fuses
Drug users and beautiful muses
Ge-getting bread 'cause I make the best music
'Cause I get money and I know how to use it
Yeah, I get money and I know how to use it
Yeah, you get money and you love to lose it
Yeah, I get money and I know how to use it
Yeah, you get money and you love to lose it
T-tell me what you miss in this old life
This old life, this old life
Tell me what you're missing, I could make it yours
Know I got it all, I would let you take out of mine
T-tell me what you live for or you die for
Tell me, what could make you hold that 9?
Tell me, what could make you hold that knife and make things right?
Make things right, make things right
Pushed you away when I needed ya
Even till this day, you know I bleed for ya
You got a piece of me, I got a piece of ya
Didn't believe in us but I believe in ya
I didn't wanna leave when I was leaving ya
But now I'm on the road and I'm needing ya
I didn't wanna leave when I was leaving ya
But now I'm on the road alone
I don't fuck with nobody, just leave me alone
I don't even wanna talk, bitch, leave me alone
Fuck a co-sign, bitch, I do it on my own
Everybody on my dick 'cause I been on the road
I been on the road, I been out of town
I been doing my work, I ain't letting you down
But I ain't graduated, no cap or gown
But these man did and they cap so loud
When I go in, gotta go all out
I was in Japan with the pack so loud
Yeah, they mad at me 'cause I scream so loud
But every venue I do be sold out
So loud, yeah, so loud
So loud, so loud, so loud
So loud, so loud, so loud
So loud, so loud, so loud
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