Same old shit
Tired of the script
I’ve been living life in a trance nothing moves me
I know all events in advance like a movie
Niggas typos wolf been spaced trying not fight em
Tried to see visions but these boys want smoke
Tryna get a bag in your feelings like a joke
All I said was hey she got wet when I spoke
Thinking with precision I’m way past planning
Imma engineer what’s forthcoming
Bossed up like a villain see that sauce is cunning
Working by my demons keep them closer than my feelings that’s the way I know them
Can’t trust niggas, that’s just a part of the system
Many times I fear that they might turn out to be bitches
Spent a lot time with some niggas who won’t be shit
But We are who we are
Same old shit
Tired of the script
I’ve been living life in a trance nothing moves me
Steady hand I’m drifting many different scenes they been shifting
Demons in my face i just seen seen em now I’m slipping
Im a bad ugly motherfucker
Sad but a bag got me working turn these rags to some clad that your dad cannot be shopping
I want cash I want plaques I want ass she want clout
Wolf mane tapped then did the dash,
Keep it moving till I crash, riding life like way too fast
Getting to used to it I got lessons from the past facts
Wolf got used to counting stacks
Keep three thots they’re like a stash
Boy I’m vicious you just bad
Watch em relapse wolf take laps around the globe then laughs