Girl, you know that shit you speak about
Okay, bitch, shut yo mouth
I know that they was talking shit
I'm finna shut it down
And you know I ain't smoking mid, I'm smoking only loud
I need some medical grade up in my blunt
Nah, nah, yeah
You a junky, not a jock
Give a **** about a job
When you drop a song it flops
You ain't got no room to talk
Give a **** 'bout what you feeling
Give a **** 'bout what you taught
You a opp
All you really do is talk, yeah
Think I need some pills in my pockets, watch this
I been blowing up
Yeah my opps been watching
And I'm going crazy so they looking at my profits
Don't know why they worry 'bout me
Bitch, just stop it
I'm off it
Really, I just think that I could make a mil
By myself, I do not need to sign no ****ing deal
I'ma do it either way like how the **** you feel?
Bitch, I'm feeling reckless
Guess it's time to go and break a seal
Think I need some pills in my pockets, pockets
Think I need some pills in my pockets, pockets
Think I need some pills in my pockets, pockets
Swear that I'ma make it, that's a promise
Guess that I'm a target they want this
Always on my own shit
Bet they pissed off
Bitch, you know I'm over it
Guess that I've been falling into this
Ain't my fault
Lately, I've been feeling sick
But I can't help myself
And even if I ****in' tried, I'm stuck in all this hell
And all this bullshit weighing on my mind, it's hard to tell
I'm just speaking to myself, I'm just speaking to myself
Like, yeah