444 KeyLo - Living To Die

Yeah
What does it mean to have perspective on life
What does it mean to be here and next day die
What does it mean to be the one holding the knife
But when you turn it on yourself it's suicide
Like
I'm trying to run, I'm trying to hide
I'm dying for fun or living to die like
Taking the gun I'm blowing my mind type
Smearing the blood, roll over the skylight
Under the rug and outta my mind like
Trying to love but this is just my life
Someone tell me how to live it right
Let me tell you what this bitch like
I woke up early on my born day stressing
I'm second guessing decisions I made prior to this studio session
But fuck it I'm venting, all out of confessions
I hung my head mad low as I spoke to the reverend, he said I
Need to be more aware of my blessings
Was on a lonely road till I switched the direction
Still on my lonely though but it's bigger the flexing
The harder they fall, the stronger lesson
Now I'm checking boxes but this shit isn't testing
Im tapping
Tapping the mic, make sure that it works
Cause when I turn it on I be feeling the worst
I write my raps and flows, I'm in trapped in notes
And before you know I be laying a verse
It's like
I'm trying to run, I'm trying to hide
I'm dying for fun or living to die like
Taking the gun I'm blowing my mind type
Smearing the blood, roll over the skylight
Under the rug and outta my mind like
Trying to love but this is just my life
Someone tell me how to live it right
Look
I don't what I been searching for
My heart strings is twisted, knot in the fucking rope
And I'll be honest I miss it but I don't fucking know
I put my love in a bitch, walked out the fucking door
What it is, what it isn't, but now I gotta go
Yeah, to be honest I been laying low
It's like my past is nothing when cash is coming
I put my all in music, the raps and drum kits
And it's therapeutic to thumb threw hundreds
So fuck it, Imma do it, make em' sick to they stomach
Im stepping on necks, Balenciagas, they be the runners
I swear I'm next, I know I got, you doubting, I promise I make it with or without it
The honors is where I'm residing
And if you looking for me man I swear I'm not hiding
I'm like, we outside, we outside
This the money making team, they on the other side
I'm with my brother in the stu' and he gon' fucking ride
And anybody wit a problem, they gon' fucking die
I'm not alone but feel alone up in my fucking mind
I can do what they don't like they ever fucking tried
But it's like
Fuck it's cool I'm done with the school
And I'm done with my bitch, she fucking on dude
So Imma flood the wrist like I jumped in the pool
And Imma fuck on a bitch, cause it's something to do
And Imma stack my chips like it's actual food
It's like
They actually sad, they actually blue
And I'm actually glad the bitch showed the truth
Cause I be in my bag and I'm back in booth
It's like
I'm trying to run, I'm trying to hide
I'm dying for fun or living to die like
Taking the gun I'm blowing my mind type
Smearing the blood, roll over the skylight
Under the rug and outta my mind like
Trying to love but this is just my life
Someone tell me how to live it right
Let me tell you what this bitch like

Written by:
Lorenzo Arricale

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