afterlife Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy

You know, you know

(Nelox)

2 am, three empty cans

Smoking four five grams

In Amsterdam

Probably got scammed

Fucked that girl on on cam

Met her on Instagram

Fuck my friends behind my shoulder

Traffic jam

That's what you're saying

Do I look like I care

Look at the game you playing

It won't get you anywhere

That's what you're saying

Do I look like I care

Look at the game you playing

It's not a fucking game, bitch

Having 700 Tracks on the pipeline (Yeah)

In the basement smoking weed it's in my bloodline (On the pipeline)

My best friends knowledge is a motherfucking Goldmine

On the bed with shawty drinking red wine

Shе's an animal, living in the wildlife (Yeah in the wild)

You say you're scared to go outside you say you need a knife (On God)

Spending all your money on that girl you call your wife (Yeah)

Let me tell you she won't care in the afterlife (Yeah)

6am, seven empty cans

Smoking eight nine grams, or maybe ten

Late at night been texting her cause I don't feel quite right

Candlelight, can't the apart the black and white (Ay)

(On god)

Been trying over and over and over again

Trying to replicate the happy human being I've been

Realized that I still am but they just took it from me

Took me some time but now I think that I can finally be free

Fuck the rules, fuck the system now It's your time listen

Blew out like a fucking flame, this time I won't be afraid, and now they know my name

But still, it's not a fucking game, bitch

Having 700 Tracks on the pipeline (Yeah)

In the basement smoking weed it's in my bloodline (On the pipeline)

My best friends knowledge is a motherfucking Goldmine (Fuck)

On the bed with shawty drinking red wine

She's an animal, living in the wildlife (Yeah in the wild, ayy, ayy)

You say you're scared to go outside you say you need a knife (On God)

Spending all your money on that girl you call your wife (Yeah)

Let me tell you she won't care in the afterlife (Yeah)