Extinct

Yeah
 I'm just sayin' that, yeah
 I just, damn
 Yeah
 I take my licks in the storm, bitch do me raw
 Yeah, still fuckin' 'til six in the morn'
 Son, how I flooded out the risk to reward
 Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
 Don't try to hold that, you can't control that
 I bought the 'Rari, the Tesla, then I got the throwback
 I used to ride it, the Honda that was black as Kodak
 And I recall it, like a picture, that is, really, that's sick
 Big screen lyrics, yeah, 16nearin', and
 "Zay, 'fore you leave, Can you fuck me in the mirror, yeah?"
 Baby, I got too many bitches, not to mention them
 Hoes, I don't even know they names, but they be feelin' it, tough
 They wanna touch me like under covers and anacondas
 Before you fuckin' go purchase your Gary Paytons
 I'm really not everybody, sippin' and talkin' 'bout, "Who's your daddy?"
 You shouldn't fuck with these niggas, we was the reckless
 Yeah, I fuck my bitch when I'm bored, rich from the poor
 Drunk, high, stumblin' off this shit, hit record
 Smooth, nigga, even when I miss, I'ma score
 Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
 Zay, I don't agree what you talkin', I ain't no regular
 Fuck you think they callin' me, "Him?" I'm a competitor
 Levelin', young veteran, more lines than editors
 Shit, why you think we Top Dawgs, niggas different, uh
 I been that nigga since Hov was Big Pimpin'
 Fly nigga, ain't no gravity, damn
 Say somethin' slick, we on your line like a family plan
 I used to throw up gang signs out my granny new van
 Just some young hood niggas with no guidance, like Drake and Chris
 My late to shit, make niggas elevate they pimp
 My new chick always say she ain't no basic bitch
 Well, tell me why we always argue over basic shit? That's crazy
 2020, we can burn one
 I done took way too many Ls and I ain't earned some
 No more buyin' bags for bitches that can't afford one
 No more gettin' brain from bitches that I can't learn from
 Look, we done went from H to the Izzo
 To not much of niggas and bitches with gimmicks
 Show they ass more than Lizzo, shit (that's my baby, haha)
 That shit screwed up (oh), I stayed the same like grenade
 When I took my pen out, a nigga blew up
 Look, I used to ride through the six with my boys, kick in your door
 Psychoanalysis, I feel like Sigmund Freud
 Video vixen, she copped her tits from the store, said
 "Damn, they don't make 'em like this any-"
 Bitch, you are doorbell dumb
 Lookin' from crumbs in the cracks of a couch in a mad house
 I laugh out loud at shit I'm mad 'bout
 Cash cow or a mad coward if I ever cashed out
 Backpedals and tackles just turn into the rap route
 Mac robbin' niggas with MACs after he maxed out
 Called him again, minimum chance he get back out
 Scope and the lens, we was kids with bubble wrap
 Oblivious to the fact, the candidate, it was a trap house
 Slidin' through the city, I might slide in a storm
 'Cause I got the fam and the blicky if you're eyein' me wrong
 Told the cop, "It ain't the '50s, I'll pop this chrome
 And I will not be wrong," next stop, are you home?" (yeah)
 With gin, I'm in some pussy, I was knee-deeper than Funkadelics
 I am legend, that explain all the will that a nigga carry
 Talkin' real big wheel like Ferris, top that shit from the greatest
 Newborn babies, that shit newly apparent, REASON
 I take my licks in the storm, bitch do me raw
 Yeah, still fuckin' 'til six in the morn'
 Son, how I flooded out the risk to reward
 Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
 Yeah, I fuck my bitch when I'm bored, rich from the poor
 Drunk, high, stumblin' off this shits, hit record
 Video vixen, she copped her tits from the store, said
 "Damn, they don't make 'em like this any-"
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 Don't wanna hold on to somebody who I cannot trust
 You've seen that I have been trying since the very beginning (yeah)
 Then the situation gets a little worse, and I try to forget
 And then it gets a little worse, and I try to forget
 You gon' keep adding people?
 Soulful (yeah, yeah)