Late night slidin
I f*cked up, let me come back in uh uh, our life like a movie, but you cant rewind it
Got this shorty, jump off top rope, look like Ronda Rousey
Put everything I got into this music, they won't ever outshine me
This a beautiful ass instrumental , I just hope I'm flowin' on it
I just hope a nigga flowin' on it
Baby, will you hold me down?
Will you hold me down till I'm dead in the f*ckin' ground?
Tell me, will you hold me down?
Tell me, will you hold me down?
Like do you miss the old me?
Do you think I should've stayed the same, or you like changin?
Do you think I should switch up the shit that I've been sayin?
Do you think I'm acting like somebody that I'm really not?
Do you think the mask I keep on my face, real or metaphoric?
Do you think I'm finna get blicked down because of shit I say?
Do you think the oxy's f*cked me up when I started poppin' em?
Do you hate the fact that every day I've been getting too high?
Do you hate the fact that I wanna see all of these niggas die?
Do I give you peace of mind, or do you not feel safe with me?
And to all of my brothers, if I die, is it gon' be a tragedy?
I ain't never finna stop this shit, till tommy ride round foreign
I ain't never finna stall on music till Im knowin Wroverrr straight
I promise when we make it, every week gon' be like Christmas Day
I promise that yall niggas gon be straight even when I'm dead and gone
I put that shit on Audrey