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{Verse 1}
Live or die live or die
Swear my choices out of whack
Fucking fine fucking fine
I won’t do it I’m a man
You ain’t really bout this life you bit my style off for the clout
Rip that mask up off your face and pull your spine out through your mouth
Yah, watch your moves you be twisting up the facts
I just stepped in solo but I still can call the gang
I pride myself on moving faward with some class
I let these niggas hate then i go and buy another house
I don’t slow down fuck up or run out of steam
Throw my foot on the fucking gas bitch I like to speed
Digital dash
Racking up miles on the map
Doging and weave never crash
Hide from the fact
The shit that you hates in the past
But you would die for the cash
Never realising everything is just a vision
Can I keep my shit together gotta keep the tunnel vision
Maybe killing off my self is something that of an addiction
But I always find a way to fucking hold on to an ambition
Yeah uh
Lately I’ve been panicking
All my hope is slightly vanishing
My own life I gamble with
This the mother fucking thanks I get
All these scars on my back i know nothings fine
Went to hell made it back and I’m still alive
All this hatred of this world might just ease my mind
I can no longer pretend that everything is fine
I dont need no fucking help
Go fuck with somebody else
Pull me on your string to hell
Dying on my fucking self
I’m insane bitch can’t you tell
Niggas solid till they melt
All this hatred that I’ve felt
I’m surprised I’m here swell
Yah, I don’t give no fucks I talk my shit and still get paid
Last year they were hating they now they tryna ride the wave
I cut off a bitch I cuffed and now I feel the pain
I’m fucking drunk, in my truck switching lanes
Breaking it down for a minute
All of this cash that im getting
Bout to get me a new business
Trade in the queen for the benjies
I breaking all of my limits
See me out in public
They say Scarlxrd isn’t nice
Yah
See it
Like it cop it
I don’t care about the price

[Interlude]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Haha, uh, OK (Scarlxrd)
This is what happens when I’m bored
(suck you Mom, cunt)
Yugh

[Outro]
Yah, I don’t give no fucks I talk my shit and still get paid
Last year they were hating they now they tryna ride the wave
I cut off a bitch I cuffed and now I feel the pain
I’m fucking drunk, in my truck switching lanes
Live or die live or die
Swear my choices out of whack
Fucking fine fucking fine
I won’t do it I’m a man
You ain’t really bout this life you bit my style off for the clout
Rip that mask up off your face and pull your spine out through your mouth
(DXXM on the fucking way you son of a bitch)

[Verse 1]
When I step onto the stage, see the curtain raise
I’m apparent, I’ve got someone to play
All the crowd, they’re in the seats
Looking straight at me for an answer
They just get what they see
They applaud and the usher’s locking the door till the matinee

[Verse 2]
So I get to know the cast, though it doesn’t last
I’m a pro but I won’t take it too far
Now I know I shouldn’t get comfy on the set
Every time it all comes down when we end
That’s the truth that the stage school doesn’t teach you
But it’s good to know

[Pre-Chorus]
It takes much more than just learning the script
You see, you gotta take the part and believe it
Oh, I sometimes make up all of my lines on the spot
But I will always give what I got

[Chorus]
I thought I was only acting
But I felt exactly like it was all for real
I sure didn’t know it hurt so
But the rehearsal could show you how to feel inside
What you gotta hide
Where to put your pride
When to realize you’ve had your time
Find another role
Carry on the show

[Bridge]
You should be able to feel a performance with your whole body and soul
Now I’m going to teach you everything
And you, and you, and you, and you

[Pre-Chorus (Shortened)]
Oh, I sometimes make up all of my lines on the spot
But I will always give what I got

[Chorus]
I thought I was only acting
But I felt exactly like it was all for real
I sure didn’t know it hurt so
But the rehearsal could show you how to feel inside
What you gotta hide
Where to put your pride
When to realize you’ve had your time
Find another role
Carry on the show

[Outro]
I thought I was only acting
But I felt exactl-exactl-exactl-exactl-exactl
What you gotta hi-
How to feel inside
What you gotta hide
Find another role

Back in Amsterdam, still smoking on that LA
Smiling at life, here in the beast’s belly
Fuck what evil tell me. Baby my name’s BLESS
Been hungry since the first day I left my mother’s breast
Been fresh since the mess left me then I left the west
Running from death with metal lungs and an iron chest
I keep my breath on lock
As i fire up this doobie full of fresh grown crops
You can find me where the kush grows
And the wind blows through willows
Blowing out clouds in the shapes of pillows
Writing short little poems, all based on riddles
Of my life from the lows to highs and middles
Cry a river and dive up in it, headfirst into my heart
Like a knife up in it, I write within it
A brand new life I’m living
Every time I’m handed a mic, its loaded dice I’m given
It ain’t a gamble of course of winning
Look in his eyes and recognize all the forces in him
And the forces with him, standing right beside him
Still hunt with wolves and I sleep with lions
Hanging high at night from the belt of Orion
Smiling at life and the fact that we high again
Crow wings spread, I think its time that we fly my friend

(Hook)
Long as the fire is around, there ain’t no bringing me down
As high as fire can grow, I go beyond to my zone
X4

[Intro: Soulja Boy]

[Hook: Soulja Boy]

Damn, Gucci durag
Ooh, Gucci durag
Ooh , ooh , Gucci durag
Uh, ooh, Gucci durag (Yeah)

Gucci Durag (x8)

Ooh, Gucci durag
Gucci durag
Gucci durag
Gucci durag (Uhhh)

Gucci Durag (x8)

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]

Gucci durag just check out my flag
Just walked in this bitch with a brand new bag
Pull up, Porsche, Check a flag
It ain’t Halloween Im walking ’round with the mac

In the trap with the strap and that mac on my lap
Ménage à trois in my gucci durag
She a bad ass bitch with a fake ass
I pull up Porsche truck and drop off a bag

Pull up im serving that [?] and they know that shit
Look at my diamonds you ain’t even notice it
Walk in the mall with 20 thou’ nigga I blow that shit
You pass me that backwood it ain’t no gas, imma throw that shit

Pull in the corvette and flex on you niggas
I’m Big Soulja Draco I dont fuck with you niggas
Bout 200 in the corvette had to get a ticket
Jumped out that bitch and i hopped in new Bentley

Pedal to the medal, Push it To the limit
In the trap I run circles round’ niggas like fidget spinners
Condo came with versace slippers
SODMG records, nigga I bought the building

I just made another million (ooh)
I just serve and then i’m killin (Uhh)
In the trap in the kitchen throw fish in the skillet
V12 my engine just to be specific

[Hook: Soulja Boy]

Damn, Gucci durag
Ooh, Gucci durag
Ooh , ooh , Gucci durag
Uh, ooh, Gucci durag (Yeah)

Gucci Durag (x8)

Ooh, Gucci durag
Gucci durag
Gucci durag
Gucci durag (Uhhh)

Gucci Durag (x8)

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]

Ridin’ round’ town with a brick on me
You ain’t gotta ask, lil nigga I got that stick on me
Run up on gang you history
Where you get all that money from damn it’s a mystery

Sitting in the trap with that mac on my lap
Lil lame ass nigga, Know you ain’t getting no racks
I’m ridin’ round’ with that strap
Young nigga post up with a brick in the trap

Just sold a brick the other day
Left wrist cost a hundred k (100k)
Run up on gang and imma let that choppa spray
Got a brick of actavis in my trophy case

I just cashed out on another Wraith
If you ain’t getting no money get the fuck up out my face
Hit the cookie dope i;m Outerspace
Talkin shit nigga you know them bullets hit your face

[Hook: Soulja Boy]

Damn, Gucci durag
Ooh, Gucci durag
Ooh , ooh , Gucci durag
Uh, ooh, Gucci durag (Yeah)

Gucci Durag (x8)

Ooh, Gucci durag
Gucci durag
Gucci durag
Gucci durag (Uhhh)

Gucci Durag (x8)

[Outro: Soulja Boy]

[Hook]
Damn, he got bricks in the backpack
Run up on gang, man you know I’ma clap that
Versace couch where he put that strap at
Porsche Panamera, ridin’ round where the racks at
On my lap where I keep the MAC at
Bust down Rolex, got me on Snapchat
Ridin’ round town with the bricks in my backpack
Hunnid bricks in Balenciaga backpack
Balenciaga backpack

[Verse]
Swervin’ the foreign, I pull to the trap in another whip
I got hunnid racks on me nigga, ain’t no matchin’ that
In the back seat, that’s a strap on top another strap
Hop out that bitch with a hunnid racks
Jump out the coupe and I swerve that shit just like a stolen whip
Money Gang, I feel like the President
In a helicopter with 250 bricks
On a private jet I’m state-to-state
Movin’ with bricks, touch down in quick trip with that strap on my hip
Run up on gang you gon get hit with hollow tip
I’m heavily trappin’ I guess that’s why she on my dick
Hop out that bitch it’s another foreign whip
First opportunity, did it to get rich
Fell in love with my Draco extended clip
Red bottoms on the bottom of my jean, drip

[Hook]
He got bricks in the backpack
Run up on gang, man you know I’ma clap that
Versace couch where he put that strap at
Porsche Panamera, ridin’ round where the racks at
On my lap where I keep the MAC at
Bust down Rolex, got me on Snapchat
Ridin’ round town with the bricks in my backpack
Hunnid bricks in Balenciaga backpack