I like to do what I wanna do I like to play with these bands I got the money and fame now, my family don't understand Wheezy outta here Shit getting realer and realer, uh Came up on a couple of million, uh I ain't 'bout status and billions Look at my money, it tripled Shit getting realer and realer, uh I lost my bro to the system, uh I lost my bro to a pistol, uh They tried to take me with him, uh I can't go for that, no, no I stay with killers every day Keep a 40, it's hungry I turn yo block to a buffet Yeah, I spend a lot Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid Uh, people love to talk about the money that they make Nobody wanna talk about the money that they save Who am I to talk about it? I blow money every day 'Cause I know when you die, you can't take the shit to your grave Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere, I don't got no closet space Versace drawers, my underwear cost what you make in a week Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit 12 gauge, hit him, he'll do backflips 40 hit him and he Michael Jackson Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit Only wanna fuck one time baby, I'm on the fall back shit Matter fact, you wanna fuck her But you on the call back list But if I hit it already, chances are I ain't gonna call back, bitch Shit getting realer and realer, uh Came up on a couple of million, uh I ain't 'bout status and billions Look at my money, it tripled Shit getting realer and realer, uh I lost my bro to the system, uh I lost my bro to a pistol, uh They tried to take me with him, uh I can't go for that, no, no I stay with killers every day Keep a 40, it's hungry I turn yo Glock to a buffet Yeah, I spend a lot Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid All these tennis chains on, I kinda feel like a slave Bitch got a cum stain on my Gucci shirt, I threw it away I'm so proud of you, I'm higher than you I take that to the grave Having a thrill off these pills I go OD any day Shit getting realer and triller, I came up on a lotta M's Gotta pop on the opps, we shooting out soon as we see 'em I been on the G6's, gon' very hard to see him I turned a stripper to a maid, bringing magic to the crib 7 carats on my ring, 87 carats on my ears Chopper going off like, "ring, ring" Got P and crack, yeah I got Céline and codeine I'm going outta here Got more hoes than Yeezy clothes, they put up like souvenirs Shit getting realer and realer, uh Came up on a couple of million, uh I ain't 'bout status and billions Look at my money, it tripled Shit getting realer and realer, uh I lost my bro to the system, uh I lost my bro to a pistol, uh They tried to take me with him, uh I can't go for that, no, no I stay with killers every day Keep a 40, it's hungry I turn yo block to a buffet Yeah, I spend a lot Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid

Breaking down and I had the whole world watching But the worst part is really who watched me? Every night I cried, I almost died And nobody close tried to stop me Long as everybody getting paid, right? Everything will be okay, right? I'm winning, so nobody tripping Bet if I ever fall off everybody go missing (At night) I'm sittin' in a dark room thinking Probably why I always end up drinking (Yes), I'm very depressed How can somebody so blessed wanna slit they wrist? Shit, I'd probably bleed out some Pinot When they find me, I'm in Valentino, ayy He pouring me shots thinking it's lit Hah, little did he know This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, yeah Pink nails 'round his neck, huh But this ain't domestic, ayy Think it's going down, hah Now he stand corrected, ayy This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, ah Ayy, damn I got problems Never thought a bitch like me would ever hit rock bottom Man, I miss my parents Way too anxious, always cancel my plans Pulled up, caught him cheatin' Gettin' his dick sucked in the same spot I'm sleeping Lord, give me a break I don't know how much more of this shit I can take (ayy) How long you been worried 'bout me telling people that's not me? Honestly it kinda feel like you plottin', watching Why is you speaking on me at my lowest When you acted like you ain't noticed? I was tripping, going crazy And they low-key hatin' so they ain't gonna say shit Damn, I finally see it I'm killing myself when bitches would die to be me This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, yeah Pink nails 'round his neck, huh But this ain't domestic, ayy Think it's going down, hah Now he stand corrected, ayy This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, ah I ain't going, yeah No emotion, ayy Back outside, yeah Back in motion, ayy He keep calling, hmm I ignore it, ayy He say I'm crazy, hmm Don't I know it, ah