[Verse 1: Felly]
White lighters
White linen and some white china (uh)
Bitch gripping like a bike rider (yuh)
He gone hit it like he Mike Tyson
Blue bitches stay bobbing
Young bitch don't get silenced
Get money get vices
He likes it, he buys it
That veil on his eyelids
He fly though, might try it
Smoking coke autopilot (yeah)
And it's blamed on the lack of excitement (no)
Boy you fucked up like Isis
No need for replying
He fly with the sirens
That's Babylon's finest
I think we gave up on Zion
You the lamb we the lions
I stop bitching when I can get some sleep without waking to sirens
Been kicked to the curb like some new boys in China
When I'm the only one keeping locks on the fireman
Until I retire and black out the Jeep wag
I should rest while this verse land
Futuristic shit I see past
No you really soft as bean bags
Bro, I beat the bee's knee caps
We don't care around here, we don't listen to shit
If that steak ain't rare then this table might flip
If my bitch ain't here in the next five min
I'm a down this gin and fucking get in my whip
On my Worldstar page contradictions make hits
Always knew from a kid that it is what it is
And so I fill up with toxins
Spend cash on my rims
At the end of my wits going down with the ship
[Hook: Felly]
Dying to live
Dying to live
Dying to live
I said I'm dying to live

[Verse 2: Lofsky]
I'm an Evangelist
Give me your money, bitch
God would straight want this
We dying to live kids
Your daughter
Your Dealer
Police chief
Your killer
Your lifeline
Your Skrilla
Our Pm is Hitler
Shoutout to Stevie
Fronting Walmart greeter in pursuit of unhappiness
Mass murderer
Pacifist
Rapping drunk out to detox
I got this shit
I ain't sick, I'm a normal person
The fact you care is a bit concerning
Might want to get checked out
Smoking darks but obsessed with my health
Jacking off while I'm choking myself
Just the usual (yeah)
Role model in a jump suit
Pissing on the toilet seat in front of you (what?)
Pull up in that handicap spot
I ain't limping though
Taking selfies in an ambulance by somebody's corpse
I don't take advice I know everything
I'm not satisfied doing anything
Hit the scene in a dream
Fuck your magazine
Making hits
Hit and run in my limousine
Sniper rifle with the wordplay smoke your third eye
All these conscious rappers fronting bout they own lives
[Outro: Lofsky]
Said I'm dying to live
Fuck you and everything you represent
2273
What's popping man
Yeah