F#%ked Up Era

Life livin' in a fucked-up era

Life livin' in a fucked-up era

Life livin' in a fucked-up era

Life

(Yo)

Put my dog down—he got euthanized

It's a choice in these streets—they let you decide

We all died in 1999

This is Hell—don't know why you think you still alive

Seen empires fall over foolish pride

The way I'm on this money shit, it's givin' Buffet vibes

Tesla truck, doors butterfly, suicide

Either way, my pockets deep enough that you can scuba dive

Grand openin', grand closin'

Seems like if they don't got thеy hand out, they hands open

Checks you can vеrify; swear I'll never testify

Open statements, closin' arguments—here come prison time

Tryna get one up on me? Uh! You must be extra-high

Once that situation dead, I don't ever rectify

These niggas don't ride these days—wonder why

Send you up to meet yo' dead homies—tell 'em I said, "Hi"

Send you up to meet yo' dead homies—tell 'em I said, "Hi" (Yeah)

Send you up to meet yo' dead homies—tell 'em I said—

Life livin' in a fucked-up era

Life livin' in a fucked-up era

Life livin' in a fucked-up era

Life

Life livin' in a fucked-up era

Life livin' in a fucked-up era

Life livin' in a fucked-up era

Life