GRAY

Check my pockets, I see dead people, got a sixth sense

Money better than my old clique, got no missed friends

Always got me looking mad and keeping my fist clenched

Throw about fifty on a tee, that's half a lick spent

Thought you big but you only making small bucks

Heard that y'all ain't rock with me, so sad, I'm like aw shucks

Tell them all it's going down, everybody tall duck

How could it be all luck, I set it up like Sawchuck

And it only takes a second to see that ain't what it seems

Tired of you out here always like you living dreams