Rob49 - Undertaker

Yeah (alright, alright)
This a message for my old self, man, sometime when you
When you in that rain, man, you just got to push through it (yeah)
You never know what's on the other side of that door, might be riches
Shit

I was just- (I was just), I was just- (I was just)
I was just- (I was just), yeah (yay)
I was just fucked up by myself when them niggas ain't show no love, huh (ain't show no love)
And I treat T-Man like my blood, 'cause he treat me like cuz (yeah)
I told 'em, "Stop takin' all of them pills and put smoke in your lungs" (yeah)
I bring that smoke like Undertaker, better not wake me up (yeah)
One he on shrooms (skrrt), Flee he on shrooms (skrrt)
I was gettin' that pack in, put them pounds inside a pouch (yeah)
I was gettin' that backend off that rap and shippin' out, huh (skrrt)
I know that they do that shit for clout and we just not, huh (huh)
You know all the talkin' out yo' neck'll get you got, huh (yeah)
You know all that shit that you didn't mean I heard, huh, huh (yeah)
You know when I pull my neck out, bling-blaow, huh (pff)
All my diamonds hittin' Mike Tyson, first round, huh (yeah)
You know when you say you ain't fuck me, you kicked out, huh (bitch)
You know when I say, "Get your gun", you're done, huh (ayy)
You know when you hidin' inside, you get found, huh (you do)
You know once this lil' pill bust, I'm turnt, huh (yeah)

Huh
I ain't been the same in a minute
Scream my name when I'm in it, yeah, yeah (yay)
Huh
Once you let a lame nigga hit it
I ain't never tryna hit it, yeah, yeah

I was just- (I was just), I was just- (I was just)
I was just- (I was just), yeah (yay)
I was just fucked up by myself when them niggas ain't show no love, huh (ain't show no love)
And I treat T-Man like my blood, 'cause he treat me like cuz (yeah)
I told 'em, "Stop takin' all of them pills and put smoke in your lungs" (yeah)
I bring that smoke like Undertaker, but now wake me up (yeah)
One he on shrooms (skrrt), Flee he on shrooms (skrrt)
I was gettin' that pack in, put them pounds inside a pouch (yeah)
I was gettin' that backend off that rap and shippin' out, huh (skrrt)
I know that they do that shit for clout and we just not, yeah

Written by:
Ian Lewis, Robert Thomas

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