Uh, uh, yeah

Fast car, bad broad

I'm on drugs, I'm fucked up

Yeah, I stay so sedated (Yeah, yeah)

Rep my hood and still graduated

Told her that it's tough love

I'm on drugs, I'm fucked up (Oh, yeah)

I been goin' through some things, ain't tryna talk, twin, pass that lighter

Good things never last, thought me and Mya was for lifers (Yeah, yeah)

I threw back a fake Perc', I'm still breathin', I'm a fighter

Mom dukes drove a Nissan, we turn Acuras to strikers (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, always thought we would get rich off the Pad

I'm havin' dreams 'bout fed time (Woah), I can't end up like my dad

She blowin' me kisses on FaceTime, just blew one back 'cause this ho bad

He claim he a smack, but that shit cap, he drill and dropped his mag

Ain't sip no drank in a minute (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ain't talk 'bout Corey in a minute 'cause **** be dissin', I get in my feelings

Like how they gon' diss on bro? They ain't got no souls, ain't really was drillin'

They treat a young **** just like Pac

All eyes on me when I walk in the buildin'

Ain't big on the spotlight, I be chillin'

Groupies vibes got me in BDT, you know they sleeved up

Bullet pierced my skin, I'm yellin' out, "Don't let me bleed out"

Pushin' me away, but that's okay, won't stay, I leave out

Bump down, fully automatic, we tryna see what that beef 'bout (Grraow)

No fable, we really be gunnin', and this bitch, she still don't ask (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I take her down, she steady runnin' (Uh), I'm diggin' all in her back (Uh)

They say I'm a rapper, I ain't did nothin', that's cap, ****, check my stats

I been depressed, I need some lovin', like, damn, bae, where you at?

Yeah, backdoor open, tryna cross 'em out like LaMelo Ball (Skrrt)

Know my youngins don't play 'bout me, it's a hundred shots when we in the mall

It's gon' be long 'fore bro come home, I done shed a tear on the county call (No, no, no)

Off a bean, I ain't sleep in days and been tripped out, actin' up the wall

I'm a junkie, a drug head, shit, whatever you wanna call it

I'm sorry I ain't call you back, in the 39-deuce on the way to Charlotte, yeah (Vroom)

One of my bros keep talkin' 'bout workin' that glee, I ain't never saw it, yeah

Really been havin' my way, ain't check no tag, I just went and bought it

I been goin' through some things, ain't tryna talk, twin, pass that lighter

Good things never last, thought me and Mya was for lifers (Yeah, yeah)

I threw back a fake Perc', I'm still breathin', I'm a fighter

Mom duke drove a Nissan, we turn Acuras to striker

Yeah, fast car, bad broad

I'm on drugs, I'm fucked up

Yeah, I stay so sedated

Rep my hood, still graduated

Told her that it's tough love

I'm on drugs, I'm fucked up