(Fixup— Fixup— Fixupboy)

If you're feeling better now, does it matter where I've been?

If we runnin' out of time, why are we still fightin'?

Can't hear through the sirens, breathe through the sirens, let me talk my shit

'Cause I be who I like, bitch, I'm just on my type shit, type-type-type shit

Remember those days when we didn't get paid

We was fighting for it, now I got Christian Dior

I don't wanna feel like this anymore

One more drink, I might fall on the floor

Telly' full of women, think we gettin' in

Pour me up some Henny, then I pop a Zyn

Pop another Addy, and I settle in

I don't take free kicks like I'm Bellerin

If you're feeling better now, does it matter where I've been?

If we runnin' out of time, why are we still fightin-in'?

Can't hear through the sirens, breathe through the sirens, let me talk my shit

'Cause I be who I like, bitch, I'm just on my type shit, type-type-type shit (Fixup—)

If you're feeling better now, does it matter where I've been?

If we runnin' out of time, why are we still fightin-in'?

Can't hear through the sirens, breathe through the sirens, let me talk my shit

'Cause I be who I like, bitch, I'm just on my type shit, type-type-type shit

Remember those days when we didn't get paid

We was fighting for it, now I got Christ—

I don't wanna feel like this—

One more drink, I might fall on the floor

Telly' full of women, think we gettin' in

Pour me up some Henny, then I pop a Zyn

Pop another Addy and I settle in

I don't take free kicks like I'm Bellerin

Don't, don't tell me I don't do nothin' for you

Bitch, you don't know the things that I just been through (Through-through)