Tell em I'm ready, yeah Tell em my heart's heavy, ready to die young

Like I don't even know none about life right, Like where was the time right

Where we could all be cool and forget about life, right

It seemed easy, but that ain't life like, You think about it now, you don't even know

Why you wanna die, right

I'm back, like, what did I find

Nothing for your hoes, cause that shit not fine, and you not alright

Lies I can tell and see, like, it don't mean a thing

You feel alone, don't you? Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, you be feelin' like no one really know you

They be lookin' at you like you old news, and you ain't really for this

Homie, fuck y'all, paper I'm folding, like, did you not see the time, its changing

And y'all bitches still hatin', yeah, yeah, y'all bitches still fakin

In this mp3, I put my whole fuckin' soul in this, she a straight ho in this

And you ain't even no bro in this, I got

Gold power in my vision, White money with white land, polo shirt, I done changed my whole fuckin' image

I'm tryna get rich where I don't give a damn about women

It ain't easy, but it is, it ain't simple, but I think

I got it, so stop with the talkin' about the same shit everyone heard

Like, what is the word? These rumors come through

And then it's, fuck you and everything that you do

Or maybe I just don't feel like talkin' or I wanna talk to you only

But you ain't never around, so now I feel so fuckin' lonely

And I can't even focus, now I act like I ain't got no one,

Fuck that, I got myself and I don't even want your help

I thought I did, but you don't even know how to live

And you don't give a fuck about me, and you don't even give a fuck about this

I do I do

Tell em I'm ready, yeah Tell em my heart's heavy, ready to die young

Like I don't even know none about life right, Like where was the time right

Where we could all be cool and forget about life, right

It seemed easy, but that ain't life like, You think about it now, you don't even know

Why you wanna die, right

I'm back, like, what did I find

Nothing for your hoes, cause that shit not fine, and you not alright

Lies I can tell and see, like, it don't mean a thing

You feel alone, don't you? Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, you be feelin' like no one really know you

They be lookin' at you like you old news, and you ain't really for this

Homie, fuck y'all, paper I'm folding, like, did you not see the time, its changing

And y'all bitches still hatin', yeah, yeah, y'all bitches still fakin