End of the year v7 Rxseboy

[Intro]
Seven, Seven, Seven
It's good luck to all of us
'Cause we're all gonna need it

[Verse]
Yeah
Another year is coming to an end
I only dropped two songs and lost a hundred friends
Now people say I'm fallin' off like it was my intent
But I still got they girl throwin' ass in my new Mercedes Benz
Stop talking to me little bro 'cause you ain't saying shit
Making false claims on my name no explaining it
Buddy out of lies, there's a timer, so there's no saving him
Let's send him back to school I think he needs to graduate again
Damn, people's ego are enormous
Same type of people only worry 'bout the forbes list
Damn, while they're searching for endorsements
The worlds gonna end, catch me layin' on my porch bitch (that was sick)
I used to blow bubbles like a koi fish
Now I'm at a show with a shorty in a corset
Think about life three-forty in the mornin'
Like what is our reality if everyone ignores it
Yeah, I'm scared for twenty-twenty three
I need a bunker staying comfy with no company
War's gettin' waged while the wage isn't equal
Now the pay gettin' lower then the drugs getting lethal
I lost a lot of great people to a tiny pill bottle
I don't wanna make a sequel to a truth I can't swallow
I should probably pay the reaper to come take me out tomorrow
But I know to step back 'cause even demons feel sorrow and regress
It's hard to tell myself that they won't love me less
Said she really love me, never said it with her chest
I be spending money 'cause I hate feeling depressed
Maybe I should save a little bit and go invest
But what's the point if I don't live long
Wanna feel joy but I end up getting pissed off
Gotta get my bag up, write a couple sick songs
Money do a cartwheel, R-I-P to 6 dogs
Back in January, didn't eat for six days
Had a whole family saying I was bitch made
A hopeless romantic, knew I had to switch face
Askin' 'bout my income, I think maybe we should say grace