Infatuated with my form with myself I
touch my skin touch my skin like im someone else
eyes wide open eyes wide open im about to lose my grip
grab my neck grab my chest baby the walls are stripped
i think im gonna die right here
i think im gonna die right here
i think im gonna die right here
i think im gonna die right here
i think im gonna die right here
i just wanna see who i coulda coulda been
i think im gonna die right here
i can see the ceiling coming closer closing in
i think im gonna die right here
pop another pill make it all become real
i think im gonna die right here
I can’t chat to much for the tridents
Niggas ain’t ghetto & stylish
I keep my arms close to my eyelids
In case niggas try act all violent
Is it my price, or the highlands
i think im gonna die right here
i think im gonna die right here
i think im gonna die right here
i think im gonna die right here
i think im gonna die right here
i just wanna see who i coulda coulda been
i think im gonna die right here
i can see the ceiling coming closer closing in
i think im gonna die right here
End with the crowd pissed
I don’t conversation with hype G’s
And none my guys hold stick
Where we fully flick figures
Can’t complain, when I rinse niggas
It’s the part of the game
Well am sure we can finish
Grab the key, it’s a twist and a pull
What’s a chase to a thief
In the heat of the street
WRITERS
Kmado, Francisco Correia, Lee Carter, Gabriele Tamulyte