You call you call you call

I answer you you know you

You know the truth you told

All lies you act so bold you

You smoke I drink its cool

Don't make me sit too long you

You say your life's on hold

You say i act so cold

Shut the fuck up

Look

I wanna take a breath I need to take minute

Tryna stay out the trenches but I'm already in it

I been feelin like this since the very beginning

To be busy struggling I don't know how to picture winning

I know that you regret not ever fucking with me

I'm past all the bullshit Don't let it fucking get me

Got the snakes in the bushes and I can see them clearly

Take a drink out the bottle don't let nobody near me

God damn I been tryin tryin tryin

When do I draw out the line line line

See I do this like all of the time time time

But your weight in your heart ain't as heavy as mine

Nah

Too saucy I got it dripping off the crust

I Been a player since a youngin on the bus

You use to feed me lies act like you knew who I was

And looking back I don't know why I had a problem with trust

For real

I remember getting laughed at

Now the people that were laughing ended up as trash

They stalking my social media y'all really keeping tabs

Using my name for clout like we hung out in the past

I been trying, to turn the heat up on these bitches

I wouldn't even eat around these bitches

I been working on my tan and on my fitness

Self love I'm on the grind about my business

My High school class was full of hypocrites

I grew up broke

And now they singing songs I made and damn I think may be a lyricist

Tell them Fuck it I know

Look

Im sick and tired of apologies that don't mean a thing

From lesser quality bitches that told me you need to change up

Fuck that cause I done came up

Never will you hear that I just gave up

Nah

Calling shots like I was playin for the tide gotta roll on them

All this heavy weight will take a toll on him

Brother took his life I should have called on him

Family so involved with him

wishin that I had a chance to talk with him

Huh

I been tryin tryin tryin

Better parts me that been dyin dyin dyin

Gotta dig up shit buried inside side side

And to my momma Im hoping I made you proud

Okay fuck a truce, I don't need the closure or the sympathy

That's sent to me the truth is all the typing that don't get to me

So fuck it

Yall want it bad so ima air it out

If you ain't fucking with me that's some shit that I don't care about

Back with the bullshit I guess it never left

Not the type to type a letter out or send a paragraph

I ain't in to that so put an end to that mother fucker

If you don't know you might wanna ask a mother fucker dog