Exiztential - XO 2

★ grim; intro ★
I’m not alright, i’m not alright
It don’t matter what they say, i’m not alright
I ain’t getting right, they don’t get me right
Why do you still wait? because i already know i’m not alright
I wake up in the morning and i get back to it, (yeahhh)
And i get back to it, i wake up in the morning
And i get back to it, yeah, and i get back to it, yeah

★ grim; verse ★
Yeah, she keep playing games, yeah
They all want me now because they know i’m famous (and they wonder why)
We both get the bag, but can you really blame us?
Don’t want top because we know that you a nameless (haha)
I wake up in thе morning, and i count these racks
20k, i put it in my backpack
I wake up in thе morning and i count these greens
Get the bag, i share it with the whole team (yeahhh)
Teach him how to get that money, he a learner
Racks fairly odd, i call them timmy turner

★ exizential; verse ★
Yeah, if he talking down, we gonna take it further
And yeah, i’m getting money, now they know me as a earner (yeah they know me as a earner)
Yeah, if i woke up, i get to packing
Yeah, my money it be adding
Tell me why he talking ‘bout my people? not gon’ drop the addy
In this life i’m ‘bout subtraction
A lot of m’s just like i’m savage
And that boy fumbled on the play like we was playin’ game of madden

★ grim; verse ★
Yeah, he fumbled, he dropped the ball (he dropped the ball)
My money tall, like john wall (wooah)
He said he gon’ do something, but it turned out he gon’ stall
Thought that we liked him but we don’t like him at all

★ exiztential; verse ★
I’m ‘bout that life, you know it’s true
If you wanna, we can duel
Like i’m handy manny, walk around, i got the foreign tools
Got to check behind my shoulder, i got people watch my moves
I see them checkin’ out my fit ‘cause they admire what i do
I copped the shoes, i dropped a rack
I fell off hard, and made it back (made it back)
If you catch me walking ‘round at night, you got to get it back
I never fold, i never lack
I never slack, i’m with the pack (woahh)
I guarantee you i’mma stack and i’mma make it to the bag

★ grim; verse ★
(mmmmm) aye, now that i’m up, they all want me back
I just need a girl so i could use her as my tag
This ain’t even funeral but i’m wearing all black
He said he missin’ something, but i know it’s money that he lack
Gotta stay on track, boy
Dd get to dissing, they got soda in they pack, boy
Never comin’ back if i done hear them talking smack, boy
Said i’m number one, so they gon’ put it on they plaque, boy (mmmmm)
Aye, he steady dissing, he white like a pigeon
He mad ‘cause i got a shawty in my interest
Spin it back like a fidget, aye, he getting pinned, no pinterest
Aye, wrote his name down like a hitlist
Man i’m too up, they think i’m gon’ hit this
‘bout to take off your hat ‘cause i don’t mess with snitches
No nintendo, they really switchin’
I’m coming out whips and he comin’ out closets
Go to my bank, i’mma make a deposit
We go too crazy, you’d think that we lost it

★ exiztential; verse ★
You’d think that we lost it
Made a deposit, we got to lock in
I walk with a launcher the size of a rocket
And they callin’ me up ‘cause i drip like a faucet
But i do not want her ‘cause she acting toxic
Toxic like acidity, yeah, i got some enemies
They asked me ‘bout racks, i told them
“yeah, i got infinity”
These boys tryna be like me, i said they just a mini me
He on my premises, yeah, get out my vicinity
I’m testin’ his stability, he testing my abilities
I wonder what you see in me, i wonder if you’re feeling me
But you still don’t, and that’s okay
I get the bag, okay
Okay, i’m doing great, i hope you feel the same

★ grim; outro ★
‘cause things change, but i feel the same, man
And why they always talking crazy? i know they gon’ blame it
(did it pay off?)
Yeah, it’s really not the same, man
And why it got to be this way? it really be so lame, man
And if i’m really be honest, man, i can’t stand it
Saying that it be too easy, but they got the advantage
I already know that she don’t want me ‘cause she already said it
Ain’t no turning back now, i just gotta stay on this dead end