I NEED

I need two bad bitches and a bag of good weed Need a 80-inch screen, that's a big TV I need Addies to stay up, I need Xannies to get sleep God, give me drugs, all the lean that I can drink All my haters, suck a dick, rest in peace And to all the opposition, you can come and get me When I finally do some good, I need everyone to see But please, I need you to pray for me Had two whips, put them on gold D's Saw Lil Baby's, I went and bought three Can't fly commercial, that shit ain't luxury I need duffles, duffles, Louis, Gucci, and Balenci I need shoes, shoes, all 23 Fill the closet, buy 'em all and I don't even wear these I need a necklace, I need watches, I need bezels, I need wallets Need my diamonds to be flawless, matchin' no canaries I need more, more, I'll pay whatever fee Put me on a billboard, face on every magazine I want it all, run it up, what the fuck is wrong with me? 'Cause I got everything and I still ain't happy I got everything I need So why am I fallin' to my knees? I got racks on me, money ain't a thing All I really want is to be free Look at me, I got everything I need So why am I fallin' to my knees? (Racks on me) I got racks on me, money ain't a thing All I really want is to be free Look at me, look at me I need a new hairline, I need better abs My girl a Birkin bag, then BBL her ass (uh) All the homies jealous, I can't trust none of 'em So I cut my day ones off like, fuck it, keep 'em comin' I need all new friends, they gotta be famous Showin' everybody that I really fuckin' made it (uh) I need a new girl, she gotta be a model Or a rapper, or a actor, or a fuckin' TikTok-er But we need to break up, we need to make it public I'ma call her a slut, make a track, "Fuck that Dumb Bitch" And I need to rent a yacht, need to go to Miami Move to Calabasas, get a private bowlin' alley And I don't even bowl, but I'ma make a statement Fuck you mean? I'ma to say it, I need to be their favorites Saw the NBA players, and I'm on Obama's playlist Fuck a top five, fuck them all, yep, I'm the greatest I need love, love, I'm makin' history I need paparazzi poppin' pictures every place I be I want it all, want it all, the American dream I got everything and I still ain't happy I got everything I need So why am I fallin' to my knees? I got racks on me, money ain't a thing All I really want is to be free Look at me, I got everything I need So why am I fallin' to my knees? I got racks on me, money ain't a thing All I really want is to be free Look at me, look at me I wanna be seen, I wanna be loved I wanna be felt, don't wanna be judged I need some healin' 'cause I cannot feel it So pour up another double cup of mud I do not know who the hell I am Done so many drugs I lost who I was Every person I let in my circle is secretly Lurkin' and out for blood (blood) I got 40 thousand tucked under my mattress And a ratchet in case anyone'll figure out the address Security system in my attic, starin' at it I'm still flexin' on the 'Gram just to show 'em that I have it This the fuckin' price of fame, ain't never goin' backwards But none of this is workin', where's the purpose in this palace? Pop a Perc 30, girls twerkin', just another purchase Spiritually sick, I didn't even know I was malnourished Everything is desolate Botox my forehead, they can't see how stressed I am Everything I ever wanted, the trinity, money, power, respect In the end, were the three things that lead me to death