Lately I've been trapped inside my bed, feelings inside of my bed

Smoked two blunts cause you know I am stressed, I'm tryna take off the edge

My anxiety on a high, I'm not tryna make a mess

I'm just tryna get it right, but at the same time do my best

So who wants smoke

You know where there's smoke, you know there's fire

I just rolled a blunt, so pass the lighter

Smoking on my thoughts, we getting higher

Higher, ooh, ooh

So tell me what you're gonna do

When you're backed up against the wall

They be fucking all up, yeah, I'll risk it all

Ice up on my wrist lil bitch, you know I came to ball

I take all them W's off the map, you looking lost

We don't do the same thing, I'm moving like a boss

I'm tryna maintain the key in my art

We always talking money, but that's fine because

I know I'm the shit, I been getting lit

Fucking on your bitch, fucking all your bitches

Fuck her all the time, yeah, fucking all your bitch

I know I'm the shit, I know I'm the shit, I know I'm the shit, I know I'm the shit

I know I'm the shit

Yuh

Y'all **** said you got "B****a Sound", but where it at??

3-1-0, boio, I'm with the cons like I'm double G

Got your **** fawnin, yeah, he come up out his dungarees

Smoky room with smoky mirrors, wonder why you can't breathe

Sipping on some Gloria's, them **** better sponsor me

Tide pod and a ramen packet, now I'm flipping meth

Like I'm Malcolm's daddy, if you really tryna fuck it up

Get gas, come roll a fatty, Dutches is on me

25 to life and 9 to 5's where they don't pay you shit

You don't gotta leave your circle just to find a stupid bitch

I was on my shit, grinding for some dick

I was getting lit while bitches being weirdos in the pit

Throwing elbows but then act legit, bitch can't even spit

Wash these **** like my dirty clothes and leave them all to spin

Chosen, when I, win I, win I make them sick like Munchhausen's

Bitches been jealous since, making uke shit

With the smoke detector blaring, fuck despairing

I woke up tryna buy McLaren's, I'm zoned in

I don't wanna puff, I want the whole pen

Mine without barriers, I swear to God that I goes in

Spitting on my image, but then meet me with that phony grin

Y'all plastic as shit, he Barbie and you're Ken, bitch