Triller - Until Ya Dead lyrics

[Intro: Triller] Lemme talk to you for a few [Verse 1: Triller] Ayy Dontchu know that it dont matter what you den did, (den did) These folks only gone care for yo life when it ends When people say they care, I swear 90% are lyin Because they'll leave you up in the ER if you was dyin You could break a world record, a big accomplishment But they won't even bat an eye, thats astonishin You try yo hardest to be different and to be unique, (Work!) But they just spit on yo success, and deem that you be weak We wasn't put onto this Earth to make nobody happy, (nah!) But when you try to impress people, it gotchu lookin sappy, (yah!) Lookin like a straight foo, and you start gettin snappy, (Grr) You start bein hella mean, and you always wanna scrappy, (Squad up!) But that ain't the way you suppose to play, you gotta be chill, (chill!) You can't lose yo cool cause a couple fools won't show thrill f** them muhf**as, putcha middle finger up Turn it up to all of em, f** fam and friends, they onnat f**sh** stuff [Hook: Triller] Take it from me, aye, I trust not a soul My heart is pure, yup, but my trust has got a hole In it, and can't nobody fill it cause I'm finished And you can put it on my head They won't care until ya dead (2x) When they see you in that casket all the fake ba*tards gone dread And we even can bet some bread (They won't care until ya dead) [Verse 2: Triller] You got this mentality that folks SUPPOSE care for you But thats so far from the truth, folks only gone stare at you You can make the biggest move, even have a good brain on you The peeps you tryna reach be the same ones who wanna bring the pain on you f** em all! (Uh huh!) I say, f** em all (f** em all!) People so dirty, you can dust em off (dust em off) When they try to take advantage, gone and brush em off (brush em off) And all them fake a** people? Better cut em off (cut em off) Just leave them f**s arounds in the past, it ain't sophisticated n***as and b**hes hatin because they niche is to getchu purely faded Folks really hate, when you succeed, they want yo irritation No silly games, keep makin moves, like you immigratin What these clowns dont see, they hate is pity witta tint (pity witta tint) Meanin its dark and hard to see, so plenty wouldn't trip (plently wouldn't trip) So my advice to you is never trip cause some little trick wanna talk some sh** but they should remember that envy is a sin (envy is a sin) [Hook: Triller] Take it from me, aye, I trust not a soul My heart is pure, yup, but my trust has got a hole In it, and can't nobody fill it cause I'm finished And you can put it on my head They won't care until ya dead (2x) When they see you in that casket all the fake ba*tards gone dread And we even can bet some bread (They won't care until ya dead) [Verse 3: Triller] Dont start feelin bad, because I did the same thang for the longest Time, and I really regret it now It really f**ed up my mind And you can hear it in the way that I rhyme, been through a whole lotta sh**, the petty sh** people did interferred with my grind But thats all changed now Nowadays, I'm chillin out and I'll ex-plain how I turn my middle finger up to all haters who gotta frown Because they just mad because I'm rad at backin up my pride wit sound Bow! (Bow!) I'm like the bullet from a gun, (gun!) When they see how fast I'm comin, they all turn around and run Cause this time around, I've learned to not give a f** on critics Thats the ticket, now that I've grown up, they stay quiet like a buncha crickets All you dudes is stupid, i dont f** wit yall, nah we can't kick it And the same go for you hoes, but I'll whip out my dick so yall can lick it Imma stay true to myself, thats how I was raised, my realness homegrown Trust me, I know these fake a** people won't care for me til I'm tombstoned (echo) [Hook: Triller] Take it from me, aye, I trust not a soul My heart is pure, yup, but my trust has got a hole In it, and can't nobody fill it cause I'm finished And you can put it on my head They won't care until ya dead (2x) When they see you in that casket all the fake ba*tards gone dread And we even can bet some bread (They won't care until ya dead)