[Verse 1: tropes]
Oh, walk in with the blood on my face, like
I don't know what's real or what's fake life
Oh, spent my last check on my waistline
You don't even mean that shit you even say, like
Oh, oh, real talk, what you know though?
I'm in Fargo, North Dakota
If you ain't with me, I'm just doing this shit solo
Y'all got no motion like a photo
Yeah, y'all got no motion like a picture
Bro told me he got the potions got the mixture
Make the ground shake, I'm ten on the Richter
I'm just crying I can't wait til I wither
Told my bro to send a beat, so they did, oh
They can't see us in tinted windows
I told him I wouldn't, but I did though
I don't wanna live on this grid, bro
I don't fuck with Cody Luv, but I still spark the Lizzo
Big checks in my mailbox, thats how I live, bro
Long hair, so down, I feel likе a willow
Bro, she gon let me down, think I need to sit, bro

[Chorus: tropes]
Bitch, I'm not likе you, we not likeminded
I'm so far back, oh, I'm so blind sighted
It's the end of my days and I don't realize it
[Verse 2: heartstopmiami]
New episode like a TV show
What did it mean, bro? I don't even know
Geeked up 'cause I choose to, woah
She know me, I don't know that ho
And they want war, they want gun smoke
I be walking round like Satchel
I just smoked some za' with tobacco
He ran out and dipped 'cause I packed bro
That bitch really mean, she's an asshole
I been going through some shit I don't know how to tackle
Pull up to the function all these bitches throwing ass though
I'm dripped out in that water like a tadpole
PlanetZero mindset, everywhere is North
Hating on the kid, put your ass on life support
I know how you feel, betty, but I can't support
I been tryna make these songs but I can't record shit

[Verse 3: tropes]
Oh, where you going at? What you going towards?
Ask me what I'm waiting for, I'm waiting for the morgue
I don't got any more, but they want more
Throwing green in the air like a lawnmower
I see y'all taking notes like pencil
Yeah, they wanna trace me, they need a stencil
Bring a hammer to my mental
I'm just chilling with my dogs in the kennel
[Chorus: tropes]
Bitch, I'm not like you, we not likeminded
I'm so far back, oh, I'm so blind sighted
It's the end of my days and I don't realize it