Casket

Still West Side Art Goon Craigslist...but don't forget the killer, killer Chorus: Imma get this money 'til I'm dead and fucking buried Even death ain't gonna stop me hopping out the cemetery I woke up in the morning like, dammit you the man God dammit you the man, god dammit you the man And Imma get this money like I'm playing for Madrid Cristianos on my feet, a couple baddies at the crib I woke up in the morning like, dammit you the man God dammit you the man, god dammit you the man Verse 1: Perve! My Uber pulling up He had to drive I'm drunk as fuck Pardon me I'm stumblin Them voices yelling, "Turn it up!" Turn me down, smoking loud Turn me on, or turn me round A thunder cloud appears So when I think of course a thot will drown I rain for 40 days and I ruled for 40 nights Boosted with them 40 thieves and slept around with 40 wives Only those fake and phony people live important lives All cool forever lasting gobstopper we don't have to try Shit if i have to die i beg you build my statue In the center of the city so it's looking right back at you When you dream, teacher said i was so strange when i was young Cuz i marched to my own drum and i never bit my tongue Don't be sorry for that shit you say They gone hate you anyway And pick apart your pockets till the day you lay inside your grave My coffin made of glass Tell the world to kiss my ass Nothing lasts forever so we get it fast, and Chorus Verse 2: Hold Up Why these fuckers looking at me like I stole something I must clairvoyant so in tune I [?] something My frequency and signal changes with them lunar phases I close my eyes and draw my pistol then take twenty paces I'm chasing all my bourbon with a smaller shot of burden I'm talking to myself but couldn't even get a word in I see her naked sillohuete she dancing in the curtain Besides myself she probably has to be my favorite person I know she working with a client at the crib Cristianos on my feet, she trying get it how she live She trying to get it how she live My baby get it how she live