Contrast - Nov 13th. Lyrics

Woah
Hit her then I go to bed
Had to take a nap
I had to rest
Look at me I'm f*cking stressed
Had to go back to the past
I know that I had to go
If you love me then It's cool
Woah
Baby I can't carry last (Ay contrast whats the point)
Woah
F*ck with me I have a stash
Look at me I'm going back
I'm attacking the f*cking lackers
They packing you know I'm back
I'm stacking the money paper
Woah
Stash cool
Stash cool
F*cking fool
Go back to the past oh oh
She gon' slat oh oh
Man I'm dripping gold
Going home
Going home
Going home
Birthday Boy

Whats the problem bish nigga
Whats the problem

(My parents dont love me)