Afterlife

Live a life of sin, I wanna see my dad again I guess it's bottle in end but I can fuck yo model friend I started from the bottom like fuck a Benz If heaven got a ghetto you can count us in

Sippin' Remy out the bottle, guess I'm out of gin Put potato on the mop, you know I ride with films

I have a nigga shakin' like he tryna dance Put a drum on the Glock, I'm tryna make a band

I don't care if you fall, I can't take the stand I can look you in your eyes but can't shake your hand

Package up the work, I just hope it land I can put you on a shirt but that don't make a man

Dave on the beat, you know what I sacrifice I put a Italian on my feet, I can't be actin' nice

Really treat the trenches like it's paradise My heart bein' cold, this is my afterlife

Ain't no bone to pick, I feel like I'm a clone of Skip Devil Got all them years, I can't condone a snitch

Dillion out his mind while he didn't plea the fifth Testify on your brother, I can't believe this shit

Mama, baby boy, you know Renita lit Type to send a hit, then go eat some Cheeto chips