(We love you Bapti$t)
6 AM, yeah, I blacked out on my Uber home
I was dropping all my things and lost my fucking phone
Back home, same shit, I don't know where to go
Back up in my city, but this shit don't feel like home
I was walking 'round in Brooklyn, I was wit' that chrome
I been too alone, that's why I don't pick up the phone
I ain't just a rapper, yeah, I got them drugs up on me
There's too many snakes around, I can't trust nobody
I don't know where to go, I don't know where to go
(Rring, rring) That's your bitch hitting me on my phone
I just finished my whole tour, now the king is home
Met two model whores, one from Paris, one from Rome
I just spent your rent on some shades and some cologne
I was in the telly, white lines all on my phone
Same time, I was making plays on my second phone
Big guns, Al Capone, yeah, I'm in my zone
I used to be stuck off 'em drugs, losing chromosomes
I'm fucking countin' down them years, until my brother's home
I'm fucking countin' down them years, until my brother-brother
I'm fucking countin' down them years, until my brother's home
It's everyday we're counting bank rolls, bitch
I'm in the studio
I got my fucking guitar in my hand, motherfucker
I'm a motherfucking rockstar in this bitch
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