[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
D motherfu*kin' Savage, ni**a
Where the fu*k, I'm-I'm your biggest motherfu*kin' fan
ni**a, on my motherfu*kin' mama
I ain't talkin' out my ass, ni**a, sh*t
[Refrain]
Life goes on and the sun gon' shine (Uh-huh)
Feels like I'm failin', failin', failin'
Please, I need help, help, help
Talkin' to myself, self, self
Life goes on and the sun gon' shine
Feels like I'm failin', failin', failin' (Woo)
Please, I need help, help, help (Woo)
Talkin' to myself, self, self (Woo)
(Oh)
(Oh my God)
[Chorus]
Ayy, look at my chain, b*tch, look at the watch
She wanna leave with me
I'm feelin' like Roddy, I beat up her box
Sipping on Wock', can't see
I'm fresh out of jail, but I need a Glock
Reppin' that 3-3-3
I'm killin' 'em dead, don't know what they thought
b*tch, I'm a goddamn beast
He froze with his poles, I'm thumbin' through rolls
Make bread in my goddamn sleep
We hit up the the road, I'm fu*kin' these hoes
She hate every time I leave
I bought her Chanel, she hold on my Glock
Make sure the cops don't speak
And if I go down, just please hold me down
Don't you change on me
[Verse 1]
Ayy, I been workin' so hard, gotta shine
Put in work, I'ma put in the grind
Dawg, you know I got cash on my mind
I go deep, fell in love in her spine
Ayy, I pull up to your hood and jump out a bush
And show you this forty of mine
Ayy, I got dope in my veins, I'm sippin' on mud
I'm tryna kill some', I'm high
Put that dumb-ass ni**a in the sky
I get it poppin' like Fourth of July
She wanna su*k on my dick while I drive
Said she love me, b*tch, why did you lie?
Count hunnids and fifties, I promise it's litty
Lil' ni**a, I'm runnin' the city (Ayy)
I'm ridin' big B, that's the Bentley (Go)
I'm shootin', you know that it's with me
[Chorus]
Ayy, look at my chain, b*tch, look at the watch
She wanna leave with me
I'm feelin' like Roddy, I beat up her box
Sipping on Wock', can't see
I'm fresh out of jail, but I need a Glock
Reppin' that 3-3-3
I'm killin' 'em dead, don't know what they thought
b*tch, I'm a goddamn beast
He froze with his poles, I'm thumbin' through rolls
Make bread in my goddamn sleep
We hit up the the road, I'm fu*kin' these hoes
She hate every time I leave
I bought her Chanel, she hold on my Glock
Make sure the cops don't speak
And if I go down, just please hold me down
Don't you change on me
[Verse 2]
Ayy, I be blowing on gas like a chimney
I got b*tch ni**as talking 'bout killing me
I be riding with sticks, are you kidding me?
I'm just hoping they matching my energy
Ayy, I'm smoking exotic, my b*tch is erotic
I'm flexing, got bands in my pocket
Why you lying? You just need to stop it
I snuck in this b*tch with my rocket
I got what you need, a plug to the socket
She all on her knees, she giving me noggin
Ain't getting no cheese, ain't making no profit
I speak to them all like a prophet
I jump in these streets and don't do no talking
I'm throwing up Bs on the block with my partners
We just politicking and counting up dollars
I can't hit if that pussy got mileage
[Chorus]
Ayy, look at my chain, b*tch, look at the watch
She wanna leave with me
I'm feelin' like Roddy, I beat up her box
Sipping on Wock', can't see
I'm fresh out of jail, but I need a Glock
Reppin' that 3-3-3
I'm killin' 'em dead, don't know what they thought
b*tch, I'm a goddamn beast
He froze with his poles, I'm thumbin' through rolls
Make bread in my goddamn sleep
We hit up the the road, I'm fu*kin' these hoes
She hate every time I leave
I bought her Chanel, she hold on my Glock
Make sure the cops don't speak
And if I go down, just please hold me down
Don't you change on me
[Refrain]
Life goes on and the sun gon' shine (Uh-huh)
Feels like I'm failin', failin', failin'
Please, I need help, help, help
Talkin' to myself, self, self
Life goes on and the sun gon' shine
Feels like I'm failin', failin', failin' (Woo)
Please, I need help, help, help (Woo)
Talkin' to myself, self, self (Woo)