Starringo In Viral Mental Lyrics

[Chorus]

When it come to this it don't never end, this ain't what you wanted tho
Im turnt up and I'm back again, organize the pressure tho
Presidential how I'm walking in, Im up out my body tho
Big 4 they got let me in that just how it gotta go
They still sleep oh well, up all night, more sales
Ringo Monroe Obama, trap jumping like Odell
Chase the bag til my feet get sore got blisters under my toe nails
Believe the rumors every time they test me, they ain't lying I don't fail

[Verse 1]

Pull up on em its like 12 Young Martin Luther with a dream
2020 they taking breaks we still working in quarantine
Double digits and homicides more killing my city wide
Beat the odds tryna stay alive but when smoke come we never hide
Painful pleasures we never cried caught a body he just a kid
Grave digger he really did more killing covid did
In the streets he the President raise em up to highest level
Talk to God but he know the devil play with crosses and play with shovels
Gotta question can he be saved if he die can he be raised
On boats now we slaves now you want us to behave
Turnt up fresh outta caves they cross that line we taxing em
Swerving in them SRTs we push them things like Acuras How you want that smoke delivered to you I'm just asking em
Blood drippin sacrificing they might think I'm Dracula
Don't cut no corners you know how I want it to the maximum
Royal dna he from that kingdom and they backing him
24-8 I been grinding they like oh he smart
Lotta dirty money had to clean it like on Ozark
I just want a two seater drive it like a goat cart
Ain't no stopping you from popping you just gotta know your part
[Chorus]

When it come to this it don't never end this ain't what you wanted tho
Im turnt up and I'm back again, organize the pressure tho
Presidential how I'm walking in, Im up out my body tho
Big 4 they got let me in, that just how it gotta go
They still sleep oh well up all night, more sales
Ringo Monroe Obama trap jumping like Odell
Chase the bag til my feet get sore got blisters under my toe nails
Believe the rumors every time they test me they ain't lying I don't fail
Pull up on em its like 12 Young Martin Luther with a dream
2020 they taking breaks we still working in quarantine
Double digits and homicides more killing my city wide
Beat the odds tryna stay alive but when smoke come we never hide