[Part I]

[Intro]
Go, ayy
Go, ay, go

[Verse 1]
Money came in up in tens
This an 80/20, not a pen
Bitch, I been scoring, they playing defense
Went to Osaka, not shopping at SSENSE
I been balling, he still on the bench
Brodie sticked up in the wick, now he clenching
Money came in up in them twenties too
Bestie really 'bouta be 22
You ain't makin' no damn penny, boo
Fuck Gucci, Versace, and Ferragamo; I ain't wearin' no Fendi too
Bitch, I'm having like plenty
Fuck
These boys really funny, they makin' me laugh
Moved outta MD, put that shit in the past
I'm with lil' Moh, kick shit, hit the gas
Two weeks clеan, I'ma still relapse
Ain't arrangin' the bеat, so I'm runnin' it back
Too offbeat, they don't like your tracks
Say you up Glock on me, you know that it clacked
Bitch, your gun jammed
You're a funny man
I don't wanna talk to you, you a loser
And these pills talkin' to me, swear to God I might fuck around, I'ma abuse 'em
He be bugged out, wonderin' why nobody fuck with him; it's 'cause that boy an abuser
Walk around Kiko'd up, my pants too flee, man, I look like a stand user
Don't wanna talk to that bitch, he too lame
I'm wired in bitch, I feel like I'm Lain
Fuck 'bout the hounds, bitch, I made my own lane
Hear all my shit, bitch, you hearin' my name, bitch, you feelin' my pain
Walk around way too quick
I had to find me a way
Steady on my fuckin' dick, boy, I already know you ain't paid
Bitch, this shit way too gay for your grown ass age, bitch, get out my way
I don't really know why they hate; I got food on my plate, bitch, I stay out the way
I really trusted you with my heart and soul, and you faked anyway
I really trusted you with my heart and soul, and you faked anyway
[Part II]

[Intro]
You hate yourself so much, it's impossible to love you

[Verse 2]
I pray all my brothers get sober
I just been stacking up too much chips, I really hope it ain't over
Sixteen, kicked out the crib, had to go sleep on a sofa
And my lil' brother made it out the trenches, now we go hop in that rover
Know I ain't one for exposure
Did a lot of fucked shit that I can't say
I don't wanna catch up like wai-wait
Been buying new clothes, 'cause they pretty
Don't wanna converse if it ain't got a meaning
Don't fuck with the summer, I wait for my season
Brodie gon' tweak for no reason
And Xans got 'em tweaked out, really hate to see it
But, like, won't stop believing
Made our way, but, like, shit, we were kids
Bitch you don't know me, don't get in my buis'
Not my brodie, you would love to see the cup fizz
And I just hate to go see that
I don't really wanna come off as a dick
I hope you know I don't mean that
Seeing all my brothers down bad got me sick
Seeing all my brothers down back got me weak
Seeing you on the floor for the first time, couldn't get it out my head, but, like, fuck
I don't know what to say to you
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I been tryin' my best
We gon' make this shit better for us
We gon' make this shit better for them
Seeing money, I don't see an end
My bro got a lil' K in the Benz
Couldn't say if it's a blick or it's cash
I ain't one to go snitch on my friends
I just keep saying words in the mic
I don't really give a fuck about a pen
And I wish I was better, could write
But I ain't doing all that, like, tonight
Say I'm an asshole, you know that I'm right
They say the bait up, you taking a bite
Remember the days up with [?] on Skype
Too exhausted, I won't put up a fight
We all gotta eat I don't care if you swipe
See all my friends all happy, that's right
See all my friends all happy, that's life