Priceless
Indecisive
Worship crisis
Follow me everywhere
That I be hiding
Stacking up cash
For the first of the month
Gotta look past
All the diamonds and the rough
Never on pause gotta redline
No sleep 'til me and my dogs
Make it big time (woah)
If he's talking shit, then he's asking for a beatdown (woah)
Put another hit, 'bout to cash it, but I let bro go
Posted with this fucking throat slit, that's for sho
Not so lucky next time, sorry, but I gotta let him know
I don't come from a generation of wealth
But a generation forced to stay in the stealth
Barely live for themselves
Provide for they health
I been on a mission
Ever since momma got cans from the Christians
Fueled by the faces of ones we're missing
Still have regrets, shit I should've listened
Came from the bottom
Had a promise never stop
Wish I had a nest egg
And the family drop top
Where I go bar hop with my backwards hat
At Harpers or Ricks where the white chicks at
Picture that
Juxtapose this with mismatched dads
Don't suppose you could
Go right back to when he met you
Say "It's okay I'm not worth the hassle"
Go ahead grab the stick, baby
Slam the gears, stick it in, baby
Haven't really felt myself lately
Haven't really felt my (haven't really felt my)
Go ahead grab the stick, baby
Slam the gears, stick it in, baby
Haven't really felt myself lately
Haven't really been myself lately
Priceless
Indecisive
Worship crisis
Follow me everywhere
That I be hiding
Stacking up cash
For the first of the month
Gotta look past
All the diamonds and the rough
Never on pause gotta redline
No sleep 'til me and my dogs
Make it big time (woah)
If he's talking shit, then he's asking for a beatdown (woah)
Put another hit, 'bout to cash it, but I let bro go
Posted with this fucking throat slit, that's for sho
Not so lucky next time, sorry, but I gotta let him know
Feint to the body and I come up top
We can go a round, boy, I'm the cream of the crop
Right now, right now you're an enemy
Pretty soon I'm the one you're worshiping
Maybe then it's all behind us
Save for vague reminders
Who knows down the road
Buy some merch and sign it
But don't get excited, no
Baby boy left to hiding out
Too much empathizing
When tragedy left me blind and out
Praying every day for some time back
Why'd he throw it all away for a dime bag
Decade later do the same with a coke head
Pleading to my brothers please stay in co-ed
Maybe that's where the pain really stems from
Pretty tough to explain when you're that young
Since then it's a climb up the mountain
But it'd help if I had some
Income