[Part I]
[Intro]
Yeah, uh
Uh
[Verse 1]
My ex just called, she cryin'
She bangin' my line like, "What are we doin'?"
Tax man fuckin' up all of the M's, swear I gotta get back to it (Yeah, get back to it)
Couple of bros, they trade their souls for dough and hoes, couldn't be so foolish
Feel overwhelmed with the load
Won't break, won't fold, I just reboot it (Uh, just reboot it)
At the top, it feel so lonely (Why?)
My friends keep chippin' away
Got one more joint with Sony
Time to renegotiate
Ain't feelin' the condom
I'm thinkin' 'bout takin' it off and fuckin' her face (Huh)
Model bitch fronted on me at the Dior show
Way, way, way back in the day (That's right)
Always prevail somehow, some way, right (Yeah)
Came in this bitch with a Pro Club tee, Mike Rubin said all white (Woo, grr)
R&B bitch with the NBA star, I was with her last night (I was with her last night, yeah)
She came in the yo with the wrong Air Forces, nah, she wasn't my type (Uh, nah)
Back in the day, I was doin' security
Go to the store, had to carry artillery
Thinkin' one day I would fuck me a Hilary
Flooded my neck and my teeth with the chillery (Woo)
Fillin' my pockets with celery (Woo-woo)
Now I'm most likely lit with a Blasian with a fat ass in the Philippines
Feelin' me, shittin' me (Yeah, Ear Drummers)
[Part II]
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
They thought I was dead (Nope)
They thought I was dead (Nope)
They thought I was dead (Nope)
They thought I was dead (Nope)
They thought I was dead (Who lied? Uh)
They thought I was dead (Who lied? Yeah)
They thought I was dead (Who lied? Uh)
They thought I was dead (Who lied? Yeah)
They thought I was dead (Who lied? Uh)
They thought I was dead (Who lied? Ooh-ooh)
They thought I was dead, who lied?
They thought I was dead, who lied? (Rrr, shit)
[Verse 2]
Hold up, wait a minute, let me talk my shit (Uh, right)
Lot of broke niggas talkin', they ain't talkin' about shit (Uh, yeah)
I ain't never been a pussy, I ain't worried 'bout a bitch (Uh, right)
Busy gettin' paper, tryna keep my uncle off the bricks (Uh, yeah)
Showin' my ass like Ye on a boat
T Ferg done had yay on a boat
Lambo, what I get paid for a show
Livin' that life I ain't gotta post (Uh)
Girls OT, on go (Go)
Speakin' no English, sayin' my quotes
Paris runway show (Show)
Ain't Halloween, but we in a Ghost (Grr)
Vintage Cartier
I feel like Shedeur (Shedeur)
All of the bitches stare
No one can compare (Oh no)
Flooded my teeth like Dolph
I got the blue veneers (Huh)
Hop on a artist beat (Ooh-ooh)
I give life to new careers (Grr)
[Chorus]
They thought I was dead (Who lied? Uh)
They thought I was dead (Who lied? Yeah)
They thought I was dead (Who lied? Uh)
They thought I was dead (Who lied? Yeah)
They thought I was dead (Who lied? Uh)
They thought I was dead (Who lied? Yeah)
They thought I was dead, who lied? (Uh)
They thought I was dead, who lied? (Woo, shit)
