When I'm Gone, Then What?

[Verse 1]
I been burnin both ends
Ash on my hoodie and jeans
Every favor I sent
Came back empty, it seems
I been holdin y'all up
While my tank hit E long ago
Hit the gas, hit the glass
Got the dash on glow
Mama callin, I'm distant
Homies callin for loans
I been patchin they problems
Leaves holes in my own
I ain't sleep in a minute
Got my dreams on mute
If I stall on this road
Who gon push this route?
[Chorus]
I'm runnin outta fuel
What the fuck you gon do when I'm gone?
When the late-night calls hit static
And that strong friend ain't playin along
I'm runnin outta fuel
Every favor, every weight, every song
When the jump-start king go silent
What the fuck you gon do when I'm gone? (when I'm gone)
[Verse 2]
Talk tough on the timeline
But you text me, "You there?"
You don't show to my shows
Still expect me to care
I been prayin you notice
But you love when I cope
Turn my breakdowns to jokes
Like it's all for the quote
Got receipts, got the proof
Of the times I came through
You was lost, I was maps
I was ways, I was route
If I fade, if I flicker
Like a porch light out
Do you learn how to see
Or just sit there and pout?
[Chorus]
I'm runnin outta fuel
What the fuck you gon do when I'm gone?
When the shoulder you lean on vanish
And the "you good?" texts never respond
I'm runnin outta fuel
Every late-night vent line withdrawn
When the rock you been leanin your weight on
Cracks, crumbles, and moves on
I'm runnin outta fuel
What the fuck you gon do when I'm gone? (tell me)
What the fuck you gon do when I'm gone?

rap, Dark, moody boom-bap with warped piano loop and gritty drums; male vocals sitting upfront, verses tight and urgent. Hook opens with stacked call-and-response chants and distant choir stabs, 808 underbelly swelling on the second half. Brief tape-stop drops before the hook phrases to let the main line punch; subtle vinyl hiss and filtered intros add underground edge., hip hop