[Chorus]
Look, all this fame got me going through it
Ever since I felt pain, I've been numb to it
I been hearing what you saying, but I know you won't do it
Everybody say they praying, but is it all good?
Look, I got this monkey on my back
And I'm sick and tired of hearing the words "I gotcha"
If I ever say them words, you know I, whew
The hardest thing 'bout going away is being without you
Yeah, you know it's hard to be without you

[Verse 1]
All steel, buy a Rollie for my baby girl
Huh, mama told me I already gave her the world
Look, she don't want to say she want me in her world
She just want me safe and I'm gon' make it to her
N***as having pressure, I got rubbers, I got extras
I don't need no fucking lectures
How the fuck you gon' be better, then?
Drive foreign, that's a band
They ain't wanna let me in
I ain't feel like parking so I put that bitch on auto
Look, I don't do no arguing with no n***a, I do that with my bitch
Hit they block up every day, I put that shit on auto spin
You made that battlefield, man, you gotta land there
On everything I ever said, I bet I stand on it
[Chorus]
All this fame got me going through it
Ever since I felt pain, I've been numb to it
I been hearing what you saying, but I know you won't do it
Everybody say they praying, but is it all good?
Look, I got this monkey on my back
And I'm sick and tired of hearing the words "I gotcha"
If I ever say them words, you know I, whew
The hardest thing 'bout going away is being without you
Yeah, you know it's hard to be without you

[Interlude]
What you doin'?
Still making this song
Okay, don't change now, we cool?
Yeah, this Splitty calling, I'ma see what he want (Oh, oh, oh)
Okay (Yeah)
Alright, you good?

[Verse 2]
They say what don't kill you make you stronger and I ain't dead, n***a
The Reaper keep puttin' money on my head, n***a
Go ahead, boost your budget, fuck it 'cause I ain't scared, n***a
I ain't running from my problems, I'm too ahead, n***a
I done seen money bring problems but I got bread, jigga, red sipper
You can dig your own grave, but I know some gravediggers, huh
'Fore I'd be a snitch, I'd be a fed, n***a
I say, before I watch you starve, I been done fed n***as
[Chorus]
Look, all this fame got me going through it
Ever since I felt pain, I've been numb to it
I been hearing what you saying, but I know you won't do it
Everybody say they praying, but is it all good?
Look, I got this monkey on my back
And I'm sick and tired of hearing the words "I gotcha"
If I ever say them words, you know I, whew
The hardest thing 'bout going away is being without you
Yeah, you know it's hard to be without you

[Outro]
You know how many guys out here like me selling dope?