B4 Lyrics

Aye, before I went to bed, my mama asked me if I pray today

Too geeked up, I just hope that I don't fade away

All them little drugs in my stomach should've stayed away

You won't give me love, now I'm rich so it's okay today

Pray this shit gon hit me, sad pretty rockstar

Boolin' in the city, cryin' on my shoulder but I'm runnin' out of pity

Speedin' up this lane, down in Houston I'm more whitney

When I'm dead, nobody with me

Smell it in my breath

Real ghost rider, getting closer to my death

Had to cut her off, she won't see me at my best

East city kid, I still fuck her in the west

Rappin' for my idols, they too dead to be impressed

Put her in Celine, fuck a devil in a dress

I've been takin' more narcotics so I think about you less

Blessings for the wicked but who prayin' for the rest

Ain't no time to wait for blessings so I'm prayin' for a check

Mike n Marie denim put it on me when I'm dead

Fuck a mental health cause I want Benjamins instead

Fuck a gravestone, put a crown up on my head

Next to money and my meds

Wanna see my brothers before they leave me with that high tech

I ain't even trippin', bruh, the price is if the act good

She said, don't you smoke before you come like I'm not high yet

I can't even lie, I'm finna roll another backwood

She looked at my closet, nigga, all she saw was black hoods

You ain't have my back, bitch, but she knew these racks would

Syrup from my breakfast, nigga, spill it on my MacBook

It's okay, I still play it cause the track good

And it feel right

Mama says stop drinkin' soda, you don't need a Sprite

I don't gotta text you back if I don't wanna fight

You ain't gotta tell me shit if you just wanna lie

Bitch, I'm 18, yeah, this feel like 25

Bitch, I'm 18, and I feel like 25