[Verse]
Love is fake, full of rage, the girls kill me with the uzi
357. going off, 6 rounds reload it, dedicated call me Tunchi!
All these bitches walking around acting like diamonds in they coochie
Mind as well just call your ass Disney because you Goofy
What's the point of running for the paper, yeah the paper chasing
When the whole world runs off of fakes, feelings in the makings
Because you sit all night waiting praying with your eyes closed
But you screaming Father Stretch my Bandz I want the life of Pablo
Because in the end thats the real reason for all the money right?
Rock designer brands, flash your money and give reason right?
Be able to tell who your real friends are and where they rank you right?
Based off wealth not off true value right?
But fuck it, you’re high in that food chain
Having fun, making a living, fuck what else anybody else say
If someone had to ask why the blow up?
“God was going to judge him I just set the appointment up"
But to be honest, the money seems to be worth it
I mean look at every other rapper, they just exploit the fuck with it
The bust downs, the mansions, the cars and the bitches
The parties, the mission of hitting more than 7 digits is finished
At this point is it really the talent, or something more sentimental?
What's debated ownership between God and the Devil, the central
Part of your body, that shit that you don’t think about giving up
Maybe for a lifetime, not like Bart for like five bucks

[Hook X2]
Should I, sell my soul into the unknown?
Because time ain't nothing when you gotta save your own
If I did it would be your fault, no?
If I did it would be your fault, no?