Okay, f*ck my Jesus piece
Bet the choppa will sting you like some bees
Niggas wanna try me
But I ain't fake like Tekashi
Damn, these niggas really want smoke, huh
Morning, just wanna drink some mocha
Look at my wrist
It's not a two tone
It's a slit
'Cause I'm all alone
I put the gun to my head and almost f*cking popped it
Did it like a photo, 'cause I cropped it
Think you're special, but nigga you're not a prophet
I said I put the gun to my head and almost popped it
And I wish I f*cking did so I won't have to live here
Niggas see a new Supreme knife and wanna cop it
Look at my face, got nothing coming out but tears
Okay, like, head, shoulders, knees, and toes
I could never wife these hoes
Damn, I do love my dark rose
Keep it still, do a pose
Doing high speed in a fast car
Like it's Nascar
I'll break your f*cking heart
Look at me, I'm a f*cking star
I can take you out like a cross
Always flexing in Lacoste
Add it up, add it up
Bitch put yo ass up
Sipping straight out the cup
Look high, 'cause I'm the one that's coming up
Got the stars up on the roof, yuh
Straight recording in the booth
Man, f*ck this new year
I'm out of here
F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, and especially f*ck you