Chours
People comment on my life, but they don’t know how a young n***a feel (how a young n***a feel)
I remember long nights high asf, I ain’t know how to feel (I ain’t know how to feel)
Ima work all night, swear to god I’m a touch a couple mil (ima touch a couple mil)
Lot of bitches switched up, bitched up, y’all hoes ain’t real (y’all hoes ain’t real)
Ima ride for my bitches, swear to god I’ll die for my bitches (ima ride for my bitches) 4x

Verse 1
Queen with the shit yeah she on go
Eskimo say she want all of the smoke
These bitches be mad cause they know we gon blow
They hatin right now but gon be at the show
All of my bitches on go
None of my bitches no hoe
Whole lotta bitches switched up, but that’s just the way that it go
Some nights we had to sleep on the floor
You just a bitch I used to fuck with, ion fuck with you no more
The bitches I fucked with the hardest showed me that I gotta move solo
Switch up the beat to the tempo
Roll me a blunt Issa dolo
The pain enhance so I roll more
I pray that I don’t feel this no more
All of y’all n***as gon feel this know that y’all miss it, I’m on my way up and shit, if you got problems with fendi better speak clearly, you better say sum lil bitch, you go regret doing me dirty, karma a bitch
N***a stop calling my phone begging, i ain’t having that shit

Chours
People comment on my life, but they don’t know how a young n***a feel (how a young n***a feel)
I remember long nights high asf, I ain’t know how to feel (I ain’t know how to feel)
Ima work all night, swear to god I’m a touch a couple mil (ima touch a couple mil)
Lot of bitches switched up, bitched up, y’all hoes ain’t real (y’all hoes ain’t real)
Ima ride for my bitches, swear to god I’ll die for my bitches (ima ride for my bitches) 4x

Verse 2
Hopped out of feelings, then I hopped on my bag
You fuck with that lame bitch, you going out sad
I’m moving forward, steady speed racing, not looking back at my past
But if you need me, this on my mama, I’ll give you my last
They want to fuck with me now, cause a young n***a up
But when I was broke, I ain’t have nothing, ain’t nobody give a fuck
Old friends showing love, my ex begging me to fuck, he just want to get me pregnant, and have a young bitch stuck
Loud pack like Mexico, ain’t nam bitch on my pedestal
You new bitch ain’t wet enough, she subtweeting on that petty stuff
I gave you all of my love, I gave you all of my trust, you didn’t appreciate nun I did, you rather have lust (damn)

Chours
People comment on my life, but they don’t know how a young n***a feel (how a young n***a feel)
I remember long nights high asf, I ain’t know how to feel (I ain’t know how to feel)
Ima work all night, swear to god I’m a touch a couple mil (ima touch a couple mil)
Lot of bitches switched up, bitched up, y’all hoes ain’t real (y’all hoes ain’t real)
Ima ride for my bitches, swear to god I’ll die for my bitches (ima ride for my bitches) 4x