Dead Players Testimony (feat. Childish Major) - Interlude

**** is we doin', fellas and fools? Yes, for work, we bringin' them tools Breakin' our rules, now shit done got out of hand When the whole hands, messed times, it's schedule High vibes, we next to Stakes high, eyebrows high, actin' irregular Momma crib with WiFi still on the cellular Tellin' all your business to [?] breakings and missions Pickin' up a car, hands old gas and emissions Eyes tired, soul tired, dawg, just tell one lie For old times sake, call up old hoes, ayy Ayy, if you ain't out here playin', I cling to your heart If I do, I hope you know that it's a dog in this man Mastered the art of no ****s gave, a waverider An all-nighter, a good buyer Not a sleep tighter, where the register is? Fire a plan Watchin' the player in me dyin', dead You are just what I had in mind I was lookin' for you [?] in my head a million times Baby, I'm there for you She was just what I had in mind I was lookin' for you [?] in my head a million times [?] in my corner, uh From a distance, you can make we wonder, uh What if? My life [?] is holdin' over me Yo Oh, I'm good, are you? Oh, yeah, I'm just, uh I'm lookin' at this Airbnb, uh, up the way I was thinkin' we can you know Get away for a little bit and Me and you, just slide, I'll, I'll pick you up Pack your lil' bag That sound good?