And they only really miss you when you're dead or you're gone
So I write every line like the very last song
'Cause they only really miss you when you're dead or you're gone
So I write every line like the very last song very last song it's my very last song
I be in the lab like an overworked chemist
I be in my bag like Kroger store spinach
Prayin' mama doesn't hear my dope verse spittin'
Cuz she only lemme rap when my homework is finished
Listen, Holy Father bless her
I'mma keep shining cuz I'm always under pressure
Yes, sir
The proposition 'bout my opposition
Position is if you wishin' to see em then you can find em on the stretcher
Ugh
He can kinda rap for a churchgoer
But I don't know what he saying 'less the words show up
On the screen maybe I might like it if the verse slow up
But first I'mma, first I'mma, first I'mma, first I'mma
I'm picking apart a beat I got the surgical precision
And I'm stickin' up all the people with no burner got the scripture
On my waistline
I don't like to waste time
Devil in my DM plus he hit me on the FaceTime
Sent a text that I'm busy don't be hittin' me back
I left the demons in the past like a history class
So tell Poetics I'mma run it if he send me a track
And tell KJ to bring me on his victory lap
It's Alcott
And they only really miss you when you're dead or you're gone
So I write every line like the very last song
'Cause they only really miss you when you're dead or you're gone
So I write every line like the very last song very last song it's my very last song
OG no bling but the glow clean
No team no beam but my soul free
No trouble, keep the kicks and the nose clean
Bubble when I double time now Joel flowsteen
Flow clean all day
Jonah Sorrentino that's a long name
Fifty two man that's the wrong name
Had to play a role when I go on the long game
Went the wrong way made it messy
Like seeing me eating in a white tee
With a 9 piece of thigh grease and white cheese
Low-key but when I rhyme it's a hype beast
Came in nine three got the white streaks
In my hair so it pair with the white sneaks
Plus I'm bowing on down to the right knee
'Cause I'm married to the game, and she wifey
I speak right speech
Plus I'm carrying the flame you can find me
Getting buried in the brain cuz I write deep
All I need is the mic and the right beat
And they only really miss you when you're dead or you're gone
So I write every line like the very last song
'Cause they only really miss you when you're dead or you're gone
So I write every line like the very last song very last song it's my very last song
