I got a blade to cleanse

I cut the fakest friends

They'll sell both of your souls for the latest trend

I separate from them

I don't do

The fake shit like take pics knowing they bitch on my dick, no

I don't do fake smiles

All that get exiled

No I can't trust you cause I can't be let down

Got too much to lose can't take on your debt now

I'm boarding the jet now

You didn't boss up and got left out I'm a

Floor seater, model breeder out in Costa Rica

Turn basic bitches into a Divas

Then I leave em

This no exposé

Was in Tibet 4 days

No guide needed

No bodyguards or spies needed

Thai food with thick chic's

Why would you risk this

The bag though it grew big can't carry you misfits

You can hate on me

Stay lonely

I had to move on and carry my own and take yo weight off me

No you not blocking my blessings

Cut him if he disrespecting

You been ignoring my message, too busy flexing, living too reckless

I'm cutting ties with you

I'm cutting ties with you

I'm cutting ties with you

I reached a new tax bracket now the IRS got questions

I never had to sign so many papers in my life for a necklace

Messages from an old classmate about his chic sexting

But she had all already necked it

Then he went and got her pregnant

Like why are you bringing up that

You need to let go the past bro

They want to see you do bad

Some people going out sad bro

The bigger the bag the bigger tag

But no need to worry bout that though

You sending some hitters to hitters we hit em

And we are not sending them back hoe

If I didn't come up with you

I could not fuck with you

Unless we making a buck or two

That goes for some of my cousins too

Don't get upset this is nothing new

This doesn't mean there's no love for you

I shouldn't hear of a grudge from you

Surrounded by those who do nothing new is not a recipe for a W

I don't got it quit asking

Those shots taken this practice

Spend it I'm making it back then

Neiman's ain't getting these racks in

You hassling me

You living like you ain't got no life

I can't see through these Ray-Bans

So I'm fucking women like Ray nem

Man, I ain't got no type

No you not blocking my blessings

Cut him if he disrespecting

You been ignoring my message, too busy flexing, living too reckless

I'm cutting ties with you

I'm cutting ties with you

I'm cutting ties with you

People too scared to take hits

They only want the rewards

They could be sinking the ship

You gotta throw em overboard

I break bread, and you should be fine with that when you ain't signing checks

Complaining about what they're giving and want your position but don't got a mind for that

How you wanna slide and be pragmatic

Short temper, bad habit

Wanna kick it with my dawg but he missing goals

You Pat Beving, play yo role

How the fuck you want a spot you ain't built for

Got the bucks taking shots cause you missed yours

You made that bed, sleep on it

If it ain't yo bread don't speak on it

Don't offended

But I made a killing without your opinion

When I was broke you didn't offer to fix it

But now that I'm ballin' I'm all in your mentions

When I take an L you feel like you winning

Run it back up and have these **** livid

They won't admit it

So when they spin it, it sound like it's the luckiest conditions

But I get it

It's easy to judge when you don't gotta risk it

Saying shit like "I should've done…"

Well you could've done everything that I didn't

Wouldn't be in this spot with yo disposition

So listen

When they move too foul and you on the inbound

You trusting your shot or you dishing

Bitches

No you not blocking my blessings

Cut him if he disrespecting

You been ignoring my message, too busy flexing, living too reckless

I'm cutting ties with you

I'm cutting ties with you

I'm cutting ties with you