| fuck everything else, fuck everybody |
| Brrr |
| You’ll never be style with us, never |
| Hey |
| Your face is beautiful, body magnificent |
| I’m off that schedule too, you take my energy |
| (You just take it all, ha) |
| (Bird business, shit |
| bigger |
| , yeah) |
| Big pointers my dawg, it ain’t my shit be changin' the climate |
| I’m still on the bottom, 'til the top climbin' |
| What about all the kids that I’m out here influencin'? |
| Takin' all of these drugs gotta tell they parents that they usin' |
| I just tell them to be smart, you can’t be out here abusin' |
| How the fuck we gon' be lowkey when you out just postin' my music? |
| Tell the brother «How does your peace?» |
| When the bitch go outside, she be choosin' |
| (That's a dime shawty, keep yo' head up though lil' brother) |
| I love it when it rain, they don’t understand all my pain |
| And the greed that I been through |
| (Really fucked up my mental state, it got me |
| all night |
| (I'm only human though, come on) |
| Gotta have a sit-down wit' my lil' sis |
| Fuckin' wit' these clowns, let them break your heart, I’m blow 'em down |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Old friends hit me up when I’m in town |
| This bitch act like she don’t know me, but I know that she do |
| You can heal off to my music, all these painkillers that I’m usin' |
| Why the hell they don’t understand my pain? |
| They don’t understand my struggle, young nigga really hustle |
| Got this shit up out the gutter, got this shit off the muscle |
| I don’t wanna have no tussle |
| I remember Mom and Daddy fuss |
| Out late, he was clubbin' |
| I took advantage of my Momma, really had her ass strugglin' |
| Tryna raise four kids, you know how deep that shit get |
| You don’t know my story |
| (Yeah, you really don’t) |
| , where it all started |
| Lost all, I’m so dark-hearted |
| Wonderin' if I will see forty |
| Tryna break through this curse |
| They put Brenda in a hearse |
| Can’t let them put me in the dirt |
| The words you really say hurt |
| You tried to shit on me first |