It's Over - Blake Banks

I came in this world for tears

But, I die laughin' (Hahaha)

But, he know what it is

Stoney Maloney

Shameless

Wa-walkin' through the mud in my brand new J’s (Fuck!)

Get drunk all morning, stay high all day (Bitch)

Sippin' on a 40, we’re late (Hey)

Smokin' like Snoop, I feel like Dre (Bitch)

Bad bitch, she 'ready sped off of my Chevy

My eyes hella red, my hair was messy (Damn)

The way that I moved like a young Elvis Presley (Whoo)

I’m lookin' so fresh like somebody dressed (Whoo)

She tellin' she love me, my girl always lie (Bitch)

Must be the drugs got feel like I’m fly (Fly)

I keep supplyin' as long as they buy

I prefer to get help while I’m drivin'

«Blake, where you been?», I’ve been spendin', they juke it

Just let the in your bitch, she was lookin'

This then the reach I’m cookin'

These rappers are ass, I’m givin' them whoopings

Fuck this game

Know what it means to not give a fuck (Not give a fuck)

About anything (About anything)

I’ve been livin' a dream my whole life (Hahaha)

Let’s get it

All-All-All I ever wanted was a Range Rover

Drinkin' wit' a pain like a hangover

Drink—I-I-can never do a thing so (Fuck)

What you gon' do once the fame over?

Hit the motherfucker with a flamethrower

'Ever we go, we got a strange odor

Me and Tom and got the same growth (Shit)

Came out to Cali just to take over (Get)

Finessin' and jukin', I’m doomed wit' a pack (I take the streets, call me back)

And said they want pounds and say they want wax (I take the streets,

call me back)

This money, I flip, I save, and I stack (I take the streets, call me back)

I’ma get money anywhere I’m at (Haha)

My lights cinematic, my are just crashin'

I smokin' it

P-P-Pounds in my closet, cash in my mattress (Bitch)

Roll me a blunt, pour it to ashes (Yo)

I never pass it, I cut my classes (Ha)