Gil

Late nights, stay on it

Bright lights, they want it

And it's funny how you so charismatic

A sex addict, but stay lonely

Throw a beat on, I kill it

Not a gun though, my feelings

Here comes slow, pop pilling

And I die young, God willing

God willing, shit

Got me over here tripping

And liquor don't help for the feelings I felt

I'm just over here chilling

Yeah, always seem to blame a bitch

The only thing I got is my pain and shit

And these hoes want art

Love over your canvases

Should I talk about my dad or something?

Always feel like I'm mad for nothing

Rap fast cause a crash is coming

And it hurts for the words but it lasts for something

Po Pimpin' so Do or Die

Slit wrists, so suicidal

Stay cool in a pool of fire

Worship in a verse, nigga who's your idol?

Ain't never felt like this before

Would you ride for freedom? Would you die for freedom?

Got a ski mask on and a pistol loaded

Hear money talking, I die to meet 'em

Looking forward to the bright lights

Late nights and the bullshit

Yeah, they was talking that good shit

That's far as they could get, yeah