Dead Vines

[Intro: Sample]

Alright, this is uh, a little something I been working on

It’s new

[Verse]

It’s dead vines intertwined

On a rusty old paint-chipped fence

I’m trying to make it make sense

The muddy water seemed dense

The first steps bring stress

Role designer, phone ringing

That’s my future baby mama

Bitch bad as a karma

I usually take all bitches garments, off

When they slide on my bed

With them clothes from outside, no sir

My daddy gave it to 'em straight

And to this day I’m the exact same way

In these weird times

I had to get myself a Uzi and my brother a nine

Whatever happens is fine

We ain’t stressed, niggas sip on this wine

With the dollars we invest in this time

And, we ain’t never ask for you to say shit

Just leave this off your fucking playlist

Niggas is plaintiffs like bitches complaining, [?] gaining

Flip my last couple dollars remaining

We maintaining, still fading

The dog food make you feeling jazz

It’s like lean without the taste and pizzazz

I used to say “Fuck it”, now I find myself chasing this cash

Your shorty can’t eat notebooks

Rather catch a loop, fuck a jux, or rub bows with crooks

When they was ten and you could tell [?]

That they’d soon become businessmen

My nigga dropped a pale crap and he took his soul back

I thank God for that

My nigga dropped a pale crap and he took his soul back

So I hit bad [?]

A long way from [?] Cadillac

It's blowing stress in the CTS or stealing mad shit from CVS

Mad shit from CVS, nigga