[Chorus]
When life gets overwhelming, I just go ghost
They say my life deserve a camera, I'm a GoPro
I grew up West of Indiana, where it's cold-cold, yeah, babe, it's too cold
Jumping like Jordan, but my money tall as Kukoč
Need a house by the lake just so I could buy a new boat
Pussy, this that wave, I'ma surf, I don't do boats
I'm still in the Yacht Club, bro in the Glock club
Shots hit your spine, realignin' your chakras
[Verse 1]
Let's take it back to basics (Yeah)
Five-gram 'Wood, roll it up, and face it (Yeah)
I'm too damn good, legend in the making
(I be sack chasing)
Drug wastin', wasted on a daily basis
Bitch, 999, the whole world wе taking
Shout out to that boy, Kid Laroi, killer in the makin'
Pull up with that heater on my side, now he bakin'
This just been established I'm that guy, and I'm takin'
Pick the fruits of my labor, old bitches picking raisins
I'll get back to them later, I'm busy achieving greatness
Bro just bought him a laser for Glizzy, his aim amazin'
Hope you don't get in the way
We get busy, leave you on the pavement
Shoot his body, then get over it (ay)
Bitch I'm in line like a tournament (ay)
Empty the clip I got bored of it (ay)
My mind's full of torment (ay)
I want peace from all things
When life gets overwhelming, I just go ghost
They say my life deserve a camera, I'm a GoPro
I grew up West of Indiana, where it's cold-cold, yeah, babe, it's too cold
Jumping like Jordan, but my money tall as Kukoč
Need a house by the lake just so I could buy a new boat
Pussy, this that wave, I'ma surf, I don't do boats
I'm still in the Yacht Club, bro in the Glock club
Shots hit your spine, realignin' your chakras
[Verse 1]
Let's take it back to basics (Yeah)
Five-gram 'Wood, roll it up, and face it (Yeah)
I'm too damn good, legend in the making
(I be sack chasing)
Drug wastin', wasted on a daily basis
Bitch, 999, the whole world wе taking
Shout out to that boy, Kid Laroi, killer in the makin'
Pull up with that heater on my side, now he bakin'
This just been established I'm that guy, and I'm takin'
Pick the fruits of my labor, old bitches picking raisins
I'll get back to them later, I'm busy achieving greatness
Bro just bought him a laser for Glizzy, his aim amazin'
Hope you don't get in the way
We get busy, leave you on the pavement
Shoot his body, then get over it (ay)
Bitch I'm in line like a tournament (ay)
Empty the clip I got bored of it (ay)
My mind's full of torment (ay)
I want peace from all things
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