And now I'm afraid
That I can't take this fabricated love
You twist the knife in me
You drag me down, then pull me up above
You called me up for the last time
Talking shit we both know isn't true
But you still run in my mind
Even though it's a lie and I'm just a new game to you
And you're giving me green lights
But I can't seem to see the right hue
And you're bleeding me dry
On the concrete, I lie
Plagued by pictures of you
Double hue on the coupe
Double seat, check the view
Then we sneak in the stu
I got no time for a temporary crew
Nah, I roll with a few
You ain't jumping no queue
And I'm sitting, spitting barbs in the booth
You stay far from the truth
I stay hard, shatterproof
I play rough, flowing smooth
Got a lot left to prove
Carmody in the groove
Flip the key and we move, like
You're talking like you love me but you do not
You're leaving me bleeding out, take your best shot
I'm wearing you like a noose now
Losing my breath at your hands
Is it your appetite? Is it lust, is it spite?
I don't wanna know what you've planned
Now my temperature's dropped down
Your motivations, I don't understand
And even if we could work out, you're in my blind spot now
So tell me, where do I stand
And now, I'm afraid
That I can't take this fabricated love
You twist the knife in me
You drag me down, then pull me up above
You're talking like you love me but you do not
You're leaving me bleeding out, take your best shot
I'm tryna cut ties, but you keep me in knots
My heart, it stops beating, you're like a (bloodclot)
This that 198 out the 905, punk
Deep S-I-X style, coming at you like a semi-truck
You steady bluff, never hard enough to satiate
We locked the gang locked down, stick up that 198
Guess who's back with a vengeance and a blood budget?
You wanna diss from the wings, you lost your damn bucket
Just tryna cope with the fact that nobody feels you
So either hop on our wave or get the fuck in our rearview
Now I'm back, with the track rec to prove
I'm not passing on through
Got the pass from the crew
I got no time for a temporary view
Turn the page, chapter two
I ain't changed, I just grew
Got no time for your temporary cliques
I stay making 'em scream, on that Neve '96
Cozeedrips, me and Blitz riding hot in the mix
Riding flyly when Kylie kiss Goodwood & 6th, like
Ahh, shit