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(L Beats) I made a lot of money, spent most of it makin' a bail Doin’ whatever, feel ain't gettin' nowhere, like a pitbull tryna chase its tail It get lonely on this paper trail Had to make a sad song for all the soul snatchers runnin’ from they shadow Fuck I'ma cap for? I don't tweet, I just show Made peace with my ghosts so I can reap what I sow Yeah, soon I hop out the booth, I hop in the V with my Zoe I'm in the sheets with a big old pole, ain't tryna sleep with my ho Mm, mama called me jokin', thinkin' 'bout my newborn, Kiope Fiki You Heaven-sent and, bro, you lightskin, you look like just like me Shootin’ guns, abusin’ drugs, I'm too young to be livin’ like this My grandma say, "A lot of people gon' diе about you, Dieuson" If you call me Jason, then you knеw me way before I was famous I'll murder Satan when I go deliver my soul to Haiti Go ask my mami, I'm lil’ Bill, I kill for real Ask my family, I was ill since I was lil' Tryna catch fire From Letras Mania