SOS
SOS (Ha ha)
Im on my Same old shit
Different day different dollar with the same old story on that same old script
SOS
SOS (Haha)
I'm on my same old shit
Different day different dollar with the same old style off that same old spliff
Put ya motherfuckin hands up
If you got slight risk to get lung cancer
The type of hot that they can't touch
Now I got the type of flow to put a knot in your hair brush
It all feels like deja vu
You couldn't cope with the dirt I knew
I feel the glares all the way around me
I've seen it all through a birds eye view
I make this shit look easy
Slick so greasy
Look at me now I'm a young Chris breezy
Customize lines when I bust a rhyme
I make a hard core bar look like a free bee it's GG's
On these squeaky clean beats
Half dead dig a hole down three feet
Won't
Ever say it again nope
There's no need for repeats but
SOS
SOS (Ha ha)
Im on my Same old shit
Different day different dollar but The Same old story on that same old script
SOS
SOS (Haha)
I'm on my same old shit
Different day different dollar with the same old style off that same old spliff
Make it tight take it right to the naked eye naked ear
I don't care I'm the dopest human here
Check the stats see the side table full of open beer never seen
How I lash well I'm going on a tear
Provocative walkin in Hawkins is talkin em up a tree
Shoot my shot like my name lauri markanin
Beat killa
Style vanilla
White boy tryna go platinum like thrilla
This shit too weezy lil one in a milla
Lil Wayne let it hang out the front of my zippa
Might look nice
But I got a bit of a tempa
Sweet like tea with 5 packs of Splenda you gettin picture?
Wait for it to renda
Bars like blades and heart like Decemba
Pourin my emotion out of a bottle of gin
Late night scrollin right through tinda
SOS
SOS (Ha ha)
Im on my Same old shit
Different day different dollar but The Same old story on that same old script
SOS
SOS (Haha)
I'm on my same old shit
Different day different dollar with the same old style off that same old spliff
