Mind driftin' through the wind wish it'd go away

Maybe in another life for now anotha day

I'ma do this shit myself it ain't no other way

Why I thought your ass was different

Knew these bitches all the same

Bitch I've been that **** way before I ever met you

Been like this like all my life I'll be this way forever

Diamond in the rough I'm better when I'm under pressure

Got my back against the wall and got my hand on Smith & Wesson

Flatt flatt flatt

This bitch make a **** dance

Can't go back back back

Bitch I'd rather end up dead

I need racks racks racks

For them times I couldn't spend

Now these bitches on my head but I ain't see yo ass back then

I was lookin' for you and you left me out to rot

Bitch I play it nonchalant

It's really fuck em' ain't forgot

Since the day that I got shot

I knew I'd die about the guap

Think I print it how I get it movin' pape like Michael Scott

Goddamn

Would you want me wasn't the man?

I can't trust a bitch gotta show me what you're sayin'

Steal your heart I'd rather cut off both my hands

Rather you just give me head

Use your brain and count these bands

Fucked up yeah I know

I had a dollar for every bitch I trust I'd still be broke

Give her ass the world and this bitch want some space alone

Out of time but I done tried for way too fuckin' long

Might just lose my mind need to let you go

Mind driftin' through the wind wish it'd go away

Maybe in another life for now anotha day

I'ma do this shit myself it ain't no other way

Why I thought your ass was different

Knew these bitches all the same

Bitch I've been that **** way before I ever met you

Been like this like all my life I'll be this way forever

Diamond in the rough I'm better when I'm under pressure

Got my back against the wall and got my hand on Smith & Wesson