These **** weak cannot post they replay

Damn bitch you weak, if you let him replay

Write a couple rhymes, smoke a blunt, I needed a boost, rumble like I'm the ring, mumble when you in the booth

My blood, tears, sweat, my piss

Is really what I'm giving with this so called gift

I contemplate, will I ever get real rich or get that bag

I wonder will them labels seek for a gay black man

I wonder how my family feels when I'm not there

I bet you they don't peep it, don't notice, do not care

That's why I never hit them though, I miss them though

I wonder why they weird when they round me, it's not fair

It's not fair

It's not fair

Not fair

Really

Really it's not fair

Not fair

I love it when my life's like this

I love it when you whine like this

You love it when I write like this

You love it wanna I have my kids

You weak and got no backbone, bitch

I love it how y'all still stressed out now

I love it, get the dog on kick

I love that shit

I love it when it all works out now

I love feeling it all come back

I love giving and all

It multiplies and doubles back

You ever manifest like that?

I love it when I call on Thrax, he answer back

I love it when we in the Stu, the vibes immaculate

I love it when we baking too, the eyes on mac

I love making them fall, no matter if they big or tall

I love the hate, it fuels me more

I love you think we both is the same

I love it when y'all speak on JAAE

I guess it come with the fame, huh

Guess it come with the fame

I guess it come with the fame

Come with the fame

I guess it come with the fame

Lost friends, shed just like loose skins

I lost friends and lost kin

Closer than him, this loose ends

I'd rather choose me over them

You ain't kin or a friend

Where you at when I'm bleeding out?

You know these bitches ain't gone stop

I gotta get on top

Lil' hoe, you know that I'm up and I'm stuck there

You know these bitches ain't gone stop

I gotta get on top

Lil' hoe, you know that I'm up