Yuh, yuh
Two face role at my own pace
Raising myself like a pump fake
Butterfly doors for the old ways
Yuh, yuh
Handle myself in the dog days
Think of myself when it all fade
Been around town but it's too late
I tried, head up, filling all my cuts up
Post up, gold tucked, feeling like I'm giving up
Ripped top, fucked up, feeling like I'm giving up
Giving up

Gotta keep the throne, places feel alone
How the boy been grown, go and speak your tone
I been prone from my lows, say she feel it in her bones
I get too much credit, wouldn't go and let it go
Been obsessed, we can't do the feds
Roll up when I'm stressed, she the best
Finna pop till I forget, maybe till I'm dead
Maybe till I'm dead

I hate it, but I love it
All these fuckas wanna see is numbers, yuh
Yuh, you can catch these hands if you finna run up
Then it's quick clips flying in the summer
Whole city on the map, for the gutter
For the gutter
Whole city on the map for the gutter
Yuh, yuh
Two face role at my own pace
Raising myself like a pump fake
Butterfly doors for the old ways
Yuh, yuh
Handle myself in the dog days
Think of myself when it all fade
Been around town but it's too late
I tried, head up, filling all my cuts up
Post up, gold tucked, feeling like I'm giving up
Ripped top, fucked up, feeling like I'm giving up