POST ft. Shackleton Lyrics

Post, I'm disagreeing the most

Taking off early like bitches with clothes

I'm losing my money, I get it, it goes

I ain't paying for nothing, account spelling broke

I must be a joke, I stutter when spoke

I'm killing my image, I'm turning a ghost

I left when it started, I know what I chose

Busy speaking for others, you making a toast

I'm running, I'm losing my track

The papers and dollars, my shit never stack

I'm praying regardless, ignoring the facts

My face in the public, it don't really match

I came from the cul de sac, why you stay hidden

I'm calling the UAV, fleeing the map

We pull in his granny house, fuck is yo whereabouts

Making yo shirt, bitch I don't need a strap

You won't see me again doc

This is my last dream

It seems to me you grew up fine, son

But you still owe a debt

Pay it

Ghost, racking up bitches the most

Back in the mist, bitch you getting too close

OD, the medicine came for your soul

Bitch a baddie ain't shit to me, she on the pole

She breaking both of them knees

Rolling a pack, boy he choked on the cream

Horses like trojan, they snuck up on me

Fuck is you thinking, he barked up the tree

Man yo Glock ain't gon' hit em', it's itty and bitty

I roll in yo city, yo bitches get gitty

They popping a titty, these bitches don't get it

I spark and I'm dipping, fuck getting tickets

I do what I want, don't give no fucks

Unless the lil' bitty gon' buy me some lunch

Came from the cold, all my churches been bunked

Can't get no help, so the packet stay tucked

Please