𝗟𝗬𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗦: Am i going numb ? Bet a hundred thousand for the show 30 bottles on myself Hop in a gang for what she know She can see in my eyes on the low Five benz on the chain while we glow I’m the realest in the game with the dough I’ve got water on my whrist dripin out so cold.
Actually it is: Everywhere I go I know Bet a hundred thous on the show Think I might of sold my soul I’ve been in the game for awhile so you know She can see it in my eyes on the low Five bands on the chain white glow I’m the realest in the game with the dough I got water on my wrist drippin so so cold
Actual lyrics are: Everywhere I go I know Bet a hundred thous on the show Think I might of sold my soul I’ve been in the game for awhile so you know She can see it in my eyes on the low Five bands on the chain white glow Im the realest in the game with the dough I got water on my wrist drippin so so cold
You sold out for NOTHING. Back in the day every release was a unique piece of melodic music. Now you're just producing commercial, soulless EDM stuff and for what? You have the same number of views as before. People would still come to your shows and enjoy the signature Afterlife sound. What a letdown.
Lyrics: No, cant’ go, if thay ain’t about my dope Don’t call my phone Got my shit on airplane mode Don’t talk, no more Yeah i heard that shit before So cold, i’m froze Only thing on me is gold Am i going numb ? Bet a hundred thousand for the show 30 bottles on myself Hop in a gang for what she know She can see in my eyes on the low Five benz on the chain while we glow I’m the realest in the game with the dough I’ve got water on my whrist dripin out so cold No I’m the realest in the game with the dough dripin out so cold 2x No, cant’ go, if thay ain’t about my dope Don’t call my phone Got my shit on airplane mode Don’t talk, no more Yeah i heard that shit before So cold, i’m froze Only thing on me is gold No I’m the realest in the game with the dough 2x I’m the realest in the game with the dough dripin out so cold Am i going numb ? Bet a hundred thousand for the show 30 bottles on myself Hop in a gang for what she know She can see in my eyes on the low Five benz on the chain while we glow I’m the realest in the game with the dough I’ve got water on my whrist dripin out so cold
