[Intro]
I don't know why I just get this feeling, like things aren't happening like they're supposed to

[Verse 1]
45 bullets in my bed
I can't rest
I'mma die with price tags on my head fuck it hit the lead
45 bullets in my bed
I can't rest
I'mma die with price tags on my head fuck it hit the lead

[Verse 2]
Man I got nothing to do
Man I got nothing to lose
And you know I got a lot of money but nothing to prove
I've been looking labels in the eye and they want me to choose fucking trash rappers in my line and they're trying their moves
Wish I had people in my life that I look up to, fake friends fuck you
Family cut you off and you make it and they tell you that they love you
Tell you that they knew it all-

[Verse 3]
I been on the road I got nothing but
(Less)
On my own
(Less)
On my
I been on the road I got nothing but
(Less)
On my own
(Less)
On my
Yeah, people try to cut you all the time
When they make you feel small
When they make you see you don't shine but you know I don't like that
Yeah, I'm 5'5 but I fight back
Try to throw em' at me but you know I throw em right back, like that
Got a 37 you can sight that, eye that
Feel like I been doin' it over and over and over and over again
Write it down and grab the mic, rap
Way to watch the money come in and yeah I like that but honestly I don't like rap