Distress, Pt. 2

Yo, what’d you say?
You playing, hang up the phone
Hang up the fucking phone, yo
I’m in distress
Drop a couple hits, we getting lit
Ice Ice like I won a bet
Ain’t no loose ends on my end
Ain’t no fake friends
I’m in distress
Drop a couple hits, we getting lit
Ice Ice like I won a bet
Ain’t no loose ends on my end
Ain’t no fake friends
I know my karma building up, that’s why I’ve got to play to win
I take shots, no consequences 'til I end up in the Benz
Now I drive it like I fell in love with traffic dividends
She only like me 'cause I make her favorite hits
In a sense, I’ve been involved since I was 12 and I can’t lie
Time spent was never wasted and I put that shit on God
My nights feel like I should’ve gave a pillow to my time
I only do it because music is my life
I might be lifeless, I might be focused
Might never write this, might never post it
If I stay righteous, I’d say she’s gorgeous
But she’s a lost one, yeah, I can’t afford it, yeah
I can’t find safety outside the coffin
Ex just hit me up with «Danger» nonsense
Dug in way too deep 'cause I go all in
Need to keep a bean to stay on offense
I’m in distress
Drop a couple hits, we getting lit
Ice Ice like I won a bet
Ain’t no loose ends on my end
Ain’t no fake friends
I’m in distress
Drop a couple hits, we getting lit
Ice Ice like I won a bet
Ain’t no loose ends on my end
Ain’t no fake friends