(808 Mafia)
(ATL Jacob)
I been gettin’ cash, fuck the bitches
Stay in my own lane ’til it switches
They say that honesty is harder to digest
But every time they lie to me, it be hurtin’
Fuckin’ chilly, it’s gon’ be a cold winter
The Devil don’t take no breaks, it’s gon’ be a cold summer
Fuckin’ chilly, it’s gon’ be a cold winter
The Devil don’t take no breaks, it’s gon’ be a cold summer, summer, uh
Took a trip back home, brought a hunnid racks home
Good to be back home, ridin’ ’round with the chrome
Demons dancin’ in my head, I’m screamin’ out, “Lеave me ‘lone”
I gеt high to fight them, now you know where my mind roam
Knock ’em out, Tyson, money big, Tyson
This is enticing, mentally frightened
Physically striking, pretty boy, I am
High as a plane with fifty thou’ in my pocket (Cha-ching)
Remember I was walkin’ miles in my kicks
I’m talkin’ ’bout the pair of Stef’ Janoskis
Now I wear what I wear, this a super rare piece
Gaultier from ’03, yeah, I had to come clean
My brain is a mess, I been focused on the wrong thing
Take no offense, I don’t feel like talking
Take a few of these, I’ma be sky walking
But even if high as can be, the demons don’t leave
I been gettin’ cash, fuck the bitches
Stay in my own lane ’til it switches
They say that honesty is harder to digest
But every time they lie to me, it be hurtin’
Fuckin’ chilly, it’s gon’ be a cold winter
The Devil don’t take no breaks, it’s gon’ be a cold summer
Fuckin’ chilly, it’s gon’ be a cold winter
The Devil don’t take no breaks, it’s gon’ be a cold summer, summer, uh