[verse 1]
Yea
I was a kid they called me ugly
& it fucked up my confidence
& it’s no coincidence
That it made me think
That I'm irrelevant
If you said I was cute
I denied it, like fuck it, you lying
'cuz at the time nobody was eyeing
Why you let that shit get you bent
But if you need to let it out
Imma let you vent , just chill fool
Yoko Chanel, yea, keep cool
Nah, I was abused & now I feel used
Cuz that n***a fucked me over
& now I'm filled with trauma
Stuck inside my head
Internal drama

[bridge]
I ain’t love myself in 10yrs
Since I got molested
All I hear is hate in my ear
Ignore all the love in face
Blinded by the clothes that
Couldn’t keep me safe

Kill

[hook]
Imma boy
That think like a bitch
Real glitter n***a
Man I feel like Prince
No suppressing my thots & my feelings
If Imma simp, imma simp
But don’t get it twisted
Still walk with a limp
Still strapped like a gimp
Still playin bitches like the devil
Imma imp, yea

[verse 2]
They said I think like a girl, yea
But bitch I'm a man
You do what you can
Hollywood Court
Knocking out n***as
These n***as is fans
These bitches they stan, yea
Pottin' my problems in sand, yea
Bleu Benjamin I need bands, yea
Can’t ever fake who I am, yea, aw yea

When I get that sack buy back
389 Rhode Island Ave, yeaa

Bitch, I’m from DC
Oh nah I from PG
N***a you bluffin’, quit wellin’ you meezy
Back on the block
Where shit get sleazy
I see the opps, I shoot
They drop, I loot

Yea, Ion think they feel you Chanel
*kill*

[hook]
Imma boy
That think like a bitch
Real glitter n***a
Man I feel like Prince
No suppressing my thots & my feelings
If Imma simp, Imma simp
But don’t get it twisted, yea
Still walk with a limp
Still strapped like a gimp
Still playin bitches
Like the devil
Imma imp

You don't think like a bitch bro, you're just you
*kill*

[outro]
Is it money, is it bitches?
Coach yelling stop crying, yea
That’s some bitch shit
How can I be a man if I can’t cry?
How a man supposed
To stay hard ‘til he die
That ain’t no way to survive
Keep it all bottled inside
That’s a live wire on the tick tock
When it blow, look how a n***a flip flop
When feelings collide now you on suicide
Watch, for the trauma
Backdoor n***a, yea
He coming with the llama
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea-ya

[monologue]
Fool, wassup with you bruh?
*i know trauma holds you down, but come on soulja, come on soulja*
Can’t let this shit hold you down fool (come on fool)
You got bitches around you
You can barely talk to 'cuz you so stuck inside yourself
You got money waiting on you
*stuck inside myself, yea, i'm stuck inside myself, yea ion see no one else, yea, i'm stuck inside myself, yea ion see no one else*
You can’t even get to 'cuz you so stuck inside yourself fool
Fool, I think you need to pray