Gather 'round, I got a story to tell

Of why I pray my first love go to hell

I was in the county, I was up in my cell

And then I got a little envelope in the mail

It read, "J, I really miss you, I can't wait to kiss you

And what you goin' through will never make me ditch you

Even writin' this right now, I need a tissue

And I know you gon' get out soon, so this won't be an issue"

I could feel her little heart crumblin' (Well)

Fuckin' up her goals from my fumblin' (Well)

Couple days later, saw the guard come in

Said I had a visit, what a fuckin' win

Didn't mean to sin, grin all up on my face as I walked the tier

Saw a pretty little face, almost shed a tear

But to her left, I saw she came with a friend

And broke up with this sinner as she claimed born again

Fly like a paper plane (Fyoom)

With jet fuel wings, we are not the same

So why in the hell would I envy you?

Why in the hell would I envy you?

I know Heaven is a thing (Fuck the—)

And you look like you came from outta Hell, what a shame

So why in the hell would I envy you?

Why in the hell would I— (Fuck these hoes)

Na-na-na, wait a second, this shit gets even better

Fast-forward to the good weather

They let the **** out, small bid, pumpin' out the clout

Plus I got a little swole from all of the workin' out

Chief Keef was hot, Instagram was new

Posted my first pic when forty likes was cool

And tell me you could guess who was one of 'em

But at that time, all of 'em wanted him

I can't even see you, why the fuck you textin' me?

How the fuck you got my number? But you still look sexy, though

I guess if you love me, you'll probably do this

Fucked her so good she turned Buddhist

Fly like a paper plane (Fyoom)

With jet fuel wings, we are not the same

So why in the hell would I envy you?

Why in the hell would I envy you?

I know Heaven is a thing

And you look like you came from outta Hell, what a shame

So why in the hell would I envy you?

Why in the hell would I— (Fuck these hoes)

Fast-forward to everyone bein' grown

And me never at home

And you always around

Though I was never down

To never take a chance givin' out my heart

Always thought that never bein' in love was always smart

Sometimes people that's sweet'll be the ones that make you sour

But for every day I breathe, I ain't givin' 'em that power

Ain't givin' 'em that peace of mind 'til I get a piece of mine

So I tell her "Peace" after I get a piece of her behind

It ain't easy to trust nobody

So why the fuck would I ever go and love somebody?

I look on my IG and see an old friend

Postin' in the story, "Oh, congratulations"

I looked, gave it a squint, and what did I see?

My first love's hand with a fat-ass ring

Fly like a paper plane

I ain't even 'bout to say the whole thing

You know what to say