Ain't answerin' nobody
In the crib, cut the world off, I feel like a homebody
I don't care, you a nobody
Fightin' demons with angels, but know I'm alone probably
I don't- Can't get in no parties
I do drugs by myself, bitch, I'm throwin' my own parties
Yeah, I ain't trippin' 'bout not a thing
I got karma for everything, but I was wrong probably
Somebody better let all this pain out
I been built, I can't let all of the rage out
Blood lover, she keep pullin' a blade out
Cut her arms like she cuttin' a page out
I was stressin', but I'm feelin' okay now
Still can't say that I'm in a good place now
Shit took flight and I can go outta' state now
In a Sprinter, don't fuck with the Greyhounds
New designer, used to put on that Sprayground
They was pattin' me 'bout me, I'm paid now
Hit the 'telly like a mattress, get laid down
Give her dick in the back wit' her face down
My white boy a shooter, might spin off a skateboard
And he owe me, that hit, really paid for it
Every time I blew a bag, I just made more
I can't fold under pressure, I'm made for it
Heart been on fire, more heat than Miami
I thought they showed me love, but they scammed me
I'm on my shit, and that's why they can't stand me
Chasin' money, ain't chasin' no Grammys
New whip for momma and one for my granny
Pops want a two-seater, fuck a back seat
I want a bitch who ass so fat it smash me
I'm still the player, ain't no other plan B
High as shit, I'm sicker than Corona
Knocked out, medication coma
Send shots like bartenders on her
I be takin' off when I wanna
Please don't pull my card, 'cause I'm on that
Takin' niggas stuff if I want that
Momma, I'm a star, tell 'em quote that
I been goin' hard and they know that
Ain't answerin' nobody
In the crib, cut the world off, I feel like a homebody
I don't care, you a nobody
Fightin' demons with angels, but know I'm alone probably
I don't- Can't get in no parties
I do drugs by myself, bitch, I'm throwin' my own parties
Yeah, I ain't trippin' 'bout not a thing
I got karma for everything, but I was wrong probably
Somebody better let all this pain out
I been built, I can't let all of the rage out
Blood lover, she keep pullin' a blade out
Cut her arms like she cuttin' a page out
I was stressin', but I'm feelin' okay now
Still can't say that I'm in a good place now
Shit took flight and I can go outta' state now
In a Sprinter, don't fuck with the Greyhounds
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