Late night swervin', FaceTime burnin'

At the 4 way that left turn I'm skirtin'

On the phone when my bitch not in person

Fuck with anyone my **** and it's curtains

Hold me down cause I been strugglin' with these burdens

But as a man, that's my purpose

Can't let em' know when you hurtin'

I'm just tryin' not to fuck shit like a virgin

And it's not worth it, all of these diversions, we makin' our own curses

In my verses, it show I got a black heart

I got these bird dens all on me like a class park

And your bitch been around like a NASCAR

Outstretched like she Pat Star

They just only take a percocet just for a rap bar

I got the Chrome I'm on Edge with these **** like a glass shard

Cause they be bastards, they want my neck like lanyards

Passports, while your bitch on me like stamp cards

You just playin' parts, I'm at the stage where I ain't even playin' hearts with cards

I'm playin' cards to get my mama back

My lifestyle leave a mark and when I'm skirtin' late at night, I'm drivin', thinkin' in the dark

Some of these nights I used to starve

I hear strings it sounds like harps

They think I'm centipede for handouts, no way I got a hundred arms

Ooh, nah, nah, I'm just tryin' to get up off the rap

Know these jealous **** tryin' to get me wrapped

Changed my clothes, I'ma' have to get them packed

It's always lame **** tryin' to keep up with the cap

I told you once before, I don't get attached

I know a leechin' **** with a card he never tap

I'm makin' all these songs, sometimes I don't rap

Like the blicky, I can't go inside the club on us they pat, uh

Late night swervin', FaceTime burnin'

At the 4 way that left turn I'm skirtin'

On the phone when my bitch not in person

Fuck with anyone my **** and it's curtains

Hold me down cause I been strugglin' with these burdens

But as a man, that's my purpose

Can't let em' know when you hurtin'

I'm just tryin' not to fuck shit like a virgin

Got the tool like a surgeon, nurses on my back

She cheatin' on her man, she left her purse on bro rack

Like, damn, woman, you just spit some verses out the Bible

I look in the mirror and I see my only rival

January 26, I lost my only idol

I get my fix, my bitch eyeroll

It's all excuses, ****, I know

You're going to be a star

**** I know

Late night swervin', FaceTime burnin'

At the 4 way that left turn I'm skirtin'

On the phone when my bitch not in person

Fuck with anyone my **** and it's curtains

Hold me down cause I been strugglin' with these burdens

But as a man, that's my purpose

Can't let em' know when you hurtin'

I'm just tryin' not to fuck shit like a virgin

But as a man, that's my purpose

Can't let him know when you hurtin', uh