Let me get my mind back

I just made a rack

Already spent it all

But I get it back

I don’t want friends

I don’t need that

Been alone since the start

Bitch you know that that’s a fact

I don’t need friends bitch I need balenciaga

Got gucci on my legs now the kid be looking proper

Talking shit about me you know that I keep a chopper

Make me up on the heat prolly cook you like a lobster

Rolling round like a mobster

Turning to a monster

Devil told me he could give me what I need to prosper

Number one on the roster, put one in your heart

Watch as all these imposters begin to fall apart

Ya I’m nice with the art

Ya I gotta couple scars you be knowing where they at

Ya I’m knowing who you are ya I’m knowing you a rat

Most the time it’s only fake people who be yelling slatt

If you fiendjng for some beef I can link you where I’m at

Ya I’m aiming at you neck

Always disrespect

Bitch I be the best in the game I be next

Fuck these lames get them cheque’s

Ya I’m always next to death

Smell it on my breath

Everything a test but the kid moving blessed

Got no time for no stress

Always on a roll

Back in high school I was never honour roll but now the kid be stacking dough

Guess that’s how it goes

Keep em on they toes