[Lyric] Gold Chain Punk whogonbeatmyass? (SOUL GLO)

Can I live? Can I live?
Can I live? Can I live?
Can I pull out the needles I've been stuck with?
In a bloodletting, I'ma turn into drip
Can I live? Can I live?
Can I live? Can I live?
Can I chill and not take up space to trip?
Red-pilling myself until I submit?
Can I live? Can I live?
Can I live? Can I live?
Can I live? Can I live?
Can I? Can I?
Can I pull up on myself and disclaim whoever else voice it is
That say my mistakes only why I exist too much and too loudly for me to question it?

A nigga is the grill he got, a nigga is the chain he lost
That he got from Willy Will off the lot
A nigga be in pocket 'til he not, 'til he shut down and won't talk, Fort Knox
Giving so littlе takes so much, putting in work to look like he don't givе a fuck
It's worth it to pretend you never get wound up
And shrug it off and put half on the Sag' cusp
Just kidding, I'ma hold it forever
The angry nigga at my core is many things, but not forgetful
He say, "The jewels retooled you to make more fools than schools do
Of course you out here now wishing you could do better
You know that you've sewn the thread of all you've regretted
You know no one calling after ties have been severed."
¡Y no lo puedo puto creer!
So I hit the dab pen on the Megabus, nigga
Who gon' beat my ass?
I might get high too much, but do I give a fuck?
Who gon' beat my ass?
Who gon' beat my ass?
Who gon' beat my ass?
Who gon' beat my ass?
Who the fuck gon' beat my ass?
Half the time I see my best self as a nigga who know what he deserve
Then I wake up on the next day unable to relate to the meaning of the word
The unlimited worlds in this one Earth, its work and its worth
Said that's why I motivate my love of life undermined by, as it were, feeling insecure, so
Who gon' beat my ass? (Who?)
Who gon' beat my ass? (Who?)
Who gon' beat my ass? (Who want it, goddammit?)
Who the fuck gon' beat my ass?
Who wanna play judge loose and fast
'Cause they got nothing but time on hand
But still give a fuck about where a nigga land?
Who the fuck out here with it like that? Can a nigga live?

Can I live? Can I live?
Can I live? Can I live?
Can I? Can I?
Can I? Can I?
Is it really possible for a nigga to piss off his therapist?
I'm just asking for a friend, try not to read too much into it
Can I live? Can I live?
Can I live? Can I live?
Can I live? Can I?
Can I? Can I?
Can I pull up on myself and disclaim whoever else voice that is
That say my mistakes only why I exist too much and too loudly for me to question it?
Can I exist in love of my own decisions? Yeah
Can I hold my own hand under my weighted blanket?
Forgiveness is a ghost to my mind, ever-fading from my sight with time
Out here happy and dying, that's life
Savagery run it and I'm doing just, just, just fine
Just, just, just, just, just fine, just fine

Can I live?
Can I live?
Can I live?
Can I live?
Smith & Wesson in my pocket, who gon' beat my ass?
Out here drunk and I don't give a fuck, who gon' beat my ass?
Who gon' beat my ass?
Who gon' beat my ass?
Who gon' beat my ass?
Who the fuck gon' beat my ass?
Say more, say less, it's all the same
When it's time to die, we can meet outside to see who gon' feel my pain
So who gon' beat my ass?
Who gon' beat my ass?
Who gon' beat my ass?
Who the fuck gon' beat my ass?