DaLyricist

Everyone forgets you, that shit normal when you die

The way I wear all black, you'd think I'm formal all the time

If you a op-, then you're the only fucking mortal on my mind

Said I'm a dead man walking, I'm immortal in my mind

I just sparked my wood, now it's a portal in the sky

Mama said she wants grandkids, so I gotta find a wife

I can't right none of my wrongs, so I find a way to write

I can't write none of my songs, I still find a way to write

Sell shit with the Celtics out in Boston

Niggas wanna go get jewelry, on boss shit

Take a trip with a bad bitch out to Laughlin,