(Yeah)

Where you grow up, this shit really suck, I don't even know when she suck it in mouth

So many lies, so many stories, my head start spinning I couldn't keep up

I don't even know if she making it up, there's so many rumors I'm thinking she was

Remember them nights I was on her FaceTime, now I won't even reach to pick it up

This shit fucked up, I'd rather keep my distance, like look at the world that we live in

**** rather go and sneak each other than people with doing they things to fit in

Every song I talk about depression, do you see how I'm showing these symptoms?

But the streets don't care 'bout your mental, shat on the movie I still gotta drill 'em

We on the off some praying that I hit something

They ain't care if my friends had died

I do this shit 'cause I really just miss them

Fuck with them **** who better not be with them

Wild Brody confirming the facts

This shit really sad cause you know you a bad bitch

Why you letting other **** have it?

Starting to think you just want a reaction

I tried to play it different

Really stopped cheating and fucking with bitches

But you did not want to appreciate

All the love that a **** was giving

Must want a **** that I want to just kill it

Move like a hoarder my heart start ripping

Is you gon' slide? Make a decision

And if you say no, how the fuck is you with us?

Built for this shit no wonder I was picked up

'Cause whenever I be on the opps

I be unfolding the chain and I kick up

Run up on Ty that's how you get flicked up

We got lit now all the bitches miss us

Watch that bitch they all be hitting wake up

But I said keep it head in the game

When we was in jail, them hos ain't pick up

(Yeah)

No one can save me, ****, doing this shit for life