(volume 2) lyrics

[Track 1]
(Instrumental/Sample)

[Track 2]
I thought a lot of people listening to my sh*t are like "Alright, now they're like, alright, okay, okay, alright, oh sh*t! Alright, we good"

Lit up, took cash out
Get it, then dash out
Get up the shackles
I just can't wait till I get my [apple?]
Write up the hit then I dip [the chapel?]
Finding my hooks, then [writing?] this sh*t
I take a fish right up the tackle
You want my sh*t like a bathroom back up
Yeah, I'm just an as*h*le

Did I ever say which rap in the f*cking cold
Just so gone, really f*cking conscious
I roll another and then evolve
Just another place to get stuck and lost it
508 till thе f*cking coffin
b*tch I puff and cough, and I'll be up here oftеn
I'm a f*cking botanist, get you lost like a f*cking Loch Ness still stuck in darkness
Yeah, yeah
I love toxins, b*tch
Smoke so much, [I'ma walk in sin?]
Go ahead and let it, let them talk the sh*t like a summit b*tch
I'm above it, b*tch
Yeah, I don't f*ck with sh*t
Break it up, then I tuck the jib
Time is null on my rocketship
You don't f*ck with it, you can suck my di*k
Yeah, they all masqueraders
All my accolades attached to paper
I play my own sh*t, I'm nastic, blast it
I [?] and bump it just ask the neighbors
Smoke it now, then I ash it later
Reaching in the mason and I grab it, acres
Yeah, b*tch, I'm faded
I reccomend you do not f*ck with the Vader
Might hit yo ass with the saber
[Track 3]
Xtravulous

I'm stuck in my ways
I tuck in the jay
I puff, fill up my lungs
b*tch I'm fired up
Where's my lighter?
I'm up, b*tch I'm way high up

Woke up to a check
Got home, got kush in my breath
Cold goes with baguettes
[?] not a Tec
Boy, it's shroom tea not no Tec
[Living in lucy?], fall on deck
I'm timeless, my watch don't tick
Don't got nobody to talk to yet

Panoramic frame wide lens
My head stay wilin'
Big buying, watch the cape high up
I don't like the daytime
No, I ain't lying
No, I ain't fine
Till the money coming in it's the same grind
I'm stuck in my ways
I tuck in the jay
I puff, fill up my lungs
b*tch I'm fired up
Where's my lighter?
I'm up, b*tch I'm way high up

Don't know if I'll see another weekend
Don't know if you see I'm numb, weak and
Do you just wanna see how much we stand
Don't know if I see another weekend
Don't know if you see I'm numb, weak and
I know none of this f*cking money helps

I'm stuck in my ways
I tuck in the jay
I puff, fill up my lungs
b*tch I'm fired up
Where's my lighter?
I'm up, b*tch I'm way high up

I'm stuck in my ways
I tuck in the jay
I puff, fill up my lungs
b*tch I'm fired up
Where's my lighter?
I'm up, b*tch I'm way high up
[Track 4]
(Instrumental/Sample)

Living inside the room and I don't say sh*t
Living inside the room and I don't say sh*t
Living inside the room and I don't say sh*t
Living inside the room and I don't say sh*t
Living inside the room and I don't say sh*t
Living inside the room and I don't say sh*t
Living inside the room and I don't say sh*t
Living inside the room and I don't say sh*t
Living inside the room and I don't say sh*t
Living inside the room and I don't say sh*t
Living inside the room and I don't say sh*t
Living inside the room and I don't say sh*t

[Track 5]
Penacho

Hype-beast, felt like I wanna rap
I got a tight beat
That is not what I meant when I said "Bite me"
They stay blabbing on cap
Yeah, that sh*t likely
They don't like me

Now these kids wanna talk like they heartbroken
Never felt no damn thing close to what it is
It's so damn easy to tell, you never felt that sh*t
When you spoke it, bogus
These fans just can't focus
Rappers lately been on some punk sh*t
Yeah, and you ask me why I'm ghostin'
Let the sound switch, then I make motion
b*tch, yeah

Ey, yeah, yuh, ey, ey
Just another white suburban kid rapping on emo trap beats
Thought you wanna talk about who's biting who
b*tch, you should do your history, G
I can't give a f*ck about all the opinions, none of it mean sh*t to me, G
I don't give a f*ck about it, if it was trending
All I ever did was me, G
[Guilt you up?] brought it back like the ghost I am
And see, it don't make sense to me
In the back like I'm meant to be
I ain't sh*t like I said I'd be
Most of my friends [?] real friends to me
In a six months I'll get ID
I'ma go drink my way to sleep
I'ma go cop me a big old bottle
I'll face the sh*t, then I'll face defeat

Hype-beast, felt like I wanna rap
I got a tight beat
That is not what I meant when I said "Bite me"
They stay blabbing on cap
Yeah, that sh*t likely
They don't like me

[Track 6]
Ey, ey
f*ck the pressure
Suited up, I need protection
Poppin' [?] like [?]
[?] go back but b*tch I'm rollin' up that [?] leaf
[?] b*tch I need my money like pronto, please
b*tch you took a part of me
b*tch I f*cked up probably
Okay, ey
I hop out the rip, I blow my piff and drift away
Last week I was it but I ain't sh*t today
I be rollin' [?] I be rollin' [grey?]
I just numb that sh*t like [?]

All I do [?] that motherf*cking b*tch once again
Once we roll up another, smoke till the sh*t burn my lips
I won't trust any another 'cause it isn't worth the risk
Yeah, that b*tch gon' say she love you, then that b*tch f*ck your [friend?] (Woah)
[?]

[Track 7]
(Overlapping samples)

[Track 8]
Ey, ey, nothing makes sense no more
Nothing makes sense no more, ey

Nothing makes sense no more and I love it
I don't take the sh*t no more, none of it
I don't need nothing
When I hit the asphalt, I get up from it
When I hit the track though, b*tch, I'ma run it
I just need a big advance on the budget
I got the plans, but I need to fund it
I just make the switch from the Softheart sh*t like I wasn't even crying, b*tch
I was cutting onions

Yeah, no home, just me what I'm on
I don't wanna be 'round y'all
I don't ever wanna be like y'all
I think I'm onto something
Smoking like I hate my lungs or something
Used to wake up every morning like "f*ck this"
Hope that at least I get numb
[?] now nothing makes sense and I love it
I don't take the sh*t, no more, none of it
Nothing makes sense no more and I love it
I don't take the sh*t no more, none of it
Nothing makes sense no more and I love it
I don't take the sh*t no more, none of it
Nothing makes sense no more and I love it
I don't take the sh*t no more, none of it, b*tch

[Track 9]
(Instrumental)