Bosa, that's too fye!

Look…

I can't play the fool for nobody…

Arm, leg, leg, arm, head— I'm Godbody

How you walk me out onto this ledge and forgot about me?

The devil tried to leave a nigga for dead, but I'm Hard body

Finally made it to the top and fell harder than Jeff Hardy

I had spent my money gambling, hardly was I out Partying

I don't really do girlfriends, I don't like arguing

Big God made me too nonchalant for the arguments

Last year, I watched The Sopranos and turned into Tony

Like in my mind…

Everybody out here plotting on me

These niggas phony

Bitches say they love you and lie

I put my faith in them when I should've trusted me & I…

Like Will Smith ain't lose Jada & Melo ain't lose La

Them niggas guapped up, my pockets slim, who the Fuck am I?

I mean, Pat Riley had Wade, and Brutus, he had Caesar

Scottie had Mike, but he ain't hold it down either

Told me they'll never leave, sad part is I believed 'em

Now I feel pussy for letting 'em think that I need 'em

Blueface Bleedem

I pass 'em when I see 'em

Roman Empire

I'm the King of the Heathens

You either get down or lay down, nigga

Beans taught me that

If you can't buy it twice, don't spend it once

The feins taught me that

They call you crazy when you believe

My dreams showed me that

I dropped the ball in the crunch and my team Brought it back, yes Lawd

But I left my third eye open this time, baby, I Promise

Seen it all before the shit happened I'm Nostradamus

Fresh manicure on the nails, but no polish

I need two claps & a Ric Flair— I'm profilin'

Sumn bad in the passenger seat with low mileage

I can't even name the strain of this weed, I'm so Honest

I just passed a couple hoes on the blade, but no Sonic

Want a studio session with Dre to blow Chronic

I can't even hardly remember her name, I'm so Blunted

These hunger pains starting to ring off in my stomach

Lately, I been experiencing pain & growing from it…

This past year, I damn near lost it all and they ain't Know nothing

I was too embarrassed to ask my dawg to let me Hold something

My pride gon be the death of me

Stroke, you need to grow up

Every time they called on a nigga, you know you Showed up

I'm celebrating self

You know I keep some reefa rolled up

& I barely ever drink, but this tequila getting po'd up This evening…