Can't decide what to do, ayy, do, ayy

The mirrored image in my head is taking you away

Jump down the sewer grate

Realize you lived your whole life pretending you were great

I felt like shit the whole time pretending I was great

I can't stand living a lie, I don't got time of day

You can't risk losing your eye, we in a beauty game

Curious what you tryna do to me, ayy

Thinking of this money now, I salivate

Ruby rush down, but the rush delayed

They hopping on nuts in the ice age

Getting away from you, getting far away

But you— but you— but you was never there for me to start with, ho

Sticking to the side like a starfish, ho

Little to no regard for me, you barged in, ho

You got all the meat and I got cartilage

All for you to mess it up

Just confess it all

Go ahead and stay out, y'all too tapped out

You fake professional

Look into my eyes and speak your heart, confessional

'Cause you know you can't ignore me, yeah

In the morning, yeah (Bring it back, bring it back)

I bend over backwards for my shorty

I'm booted off this E, I told my bro, "Roll up a forty"

I'm hoping that I see myself around another forty

And if I don't, just know I held it down when they ain't told me

They tried to snuff me out, I come around, I'm Jason Voorhees

Turning dollars into pounds, I'm flying out and fighting Tories

I'm too stoned, yeah, I'm tryna go out like Giles Corey

Shit got ugly, Post Malone, now he pretending he don't know me, yeah

You can test my luck, but you should never test my patience

I'm too high, these bitches tryna talk, but I'on say shit

Number (N)ine ain't for me, I rock Jeremy Scott and Asics

.45 in my cup could give him spots like a Dalmatian

I don't want a side, I'm doing fine with just my main shit

I don't want a line, I can tell he sniffing laced shit

Waste my time on you? Shorty, cut the conversation

I'm throwing hands until he black and blue, Dick Grayson

I'd turn his face black and blue for fuckin' with a placement

I hate the way she looking with her man, so I replace him

I'm in his face saying "Aces"

I'd swish a **** down, turn his Nikes into Asics

My British bitch love Oasis

I'm turnin' 'round and shooting, give a fuck about the paces

Stuck up in New York, I'm Gucci down to the laces

Diamonds in the middle of my teeth, they look like braces

Throw him in the woods, I got that boy collecting pages

I was fighting angels, I'ma need congratulations

Four deep, popping out like California Raisins

I'm just tryna win, I'm in the Bay, Conmackulations

Thank God they know my name, because I'm always bad with faces

I'ma tell my jeweler, "Put these gemstones in these vases"

If we ran that fade, I would've put him into stasis

What I'm doing with my day is on a need-to-know basis

All this money on his head make him think that he was famous

If you knew what we were planning, you would already hate us