[ Featuring Buddy Lofton ]
Ayy, nobody makes it out alive
Yeah, look
I had it hard, avatar how I talk through the blues
Dammit dawg, once the camera's on, you won't have a clue
Bout that action, gotta walk it, this the path that I choose
Every morning, every evening, every night, there's a moon
I got it hot up in the kitchen, but I'm keepin' my cool
They gossiping I missed the tea, still I pity the fool
How you supposed to stay grounded when your shit through the roof
When you got it in the scope, get it clickin' then shoot
See the vision on the throne, they like ants from the view
Tell me can't, then I do, this the shit that I do
My eyes wide, I can't lie, I'ma stand on the truth
Use my hands like masseuse when I handle the coupe
Reach for the stars, I'm tryna get my head out this noose
To get these knots, you cannot tell me what I came to do
You do me wrong, then I don't exist
I'm goin' in the mist, but they keep talkin' bout a nigga
I feel like a myth
Nobody makes it out alive
Legacy will never die
I need paper to the sky
Nobody makes it out alive
The legacy will never die
I work too hard for this shit
Look at my fingers, they bloody raw for this shit
How could they envy like I ain't hustle all these bricks
Freedom from slavery, but I'm tryna get these whips
Damn, you never get the ins and outs for this sauce
No way that you gon' get found
You f*ck with me, you get lost
The figure six, you get rossed
The only king to a boss
84 times tried to jump with me, you bound to get mossed
From 91 son, Hurd you got a gun, son
Call my band for this chicken they show up with drum drums
Oh Lord, catch 22 from this 22, brain stew lord
For this catch 22, what would you do, Lord
More clips than cosmetologist, demon slayer
Kibutsuji blood, go ask phlebotomist
Murder scene serial, not anonymous
Hollow information lack of patience, that's a hollow tip
Legacy eternal, hot enough to burn you
Follow this wicked existence
Nove he goated, they more than pretentious
This past gas, check the hashtag i'm who they mention
Work for these moments, legacy my pension
21 years running, got the souls empty from my shoes missing
Nobody makes it out alive
The legacy will never die
I need paper to the sky
Nobody makes it out alive
Nobody makes it out alive
The legacy will never die
I need paper to the sky
Nobody makes it out alive
The legacy will never die
