Fifty-fifty chance we could get past Christmas
Math don't add up if it ain't nun to begin with
Got something to do with the karma I done picked up
Got something to prove, guess I'm feeling narcissistic
Outta breath, outta drive, first line you done broke
Outta sight, outta mind, first lie I done told
Outta breath, outta drive, outta fires in the cold
Outta sight, outta mind, outta time, on the road
What you talking all modest
I'm just tryna be honest
Don't question my petty shit thought I told your ass I'm an artist
These niggas got product
Too much green bad for me
I ain't really even on it
Too much beef bad for me
How I'm supposed to get up off your sleeve
Off your sleeve
Blowing off some steam
Bet you onto them shower thoughts when I'm leaving
Gotta get you off of my needs
Not on my knees
I can't doze off in the deep end
Doze off in the deep end
Gotta get you off of my needs
I can't doze off in the deep end
Gotta get up off of your sleeve
What you mean you and me
I'm here all by myself
Thought you'd be used to me
Follow ups, that shit don't help, I'm like
What you mean you and me, I'm just
Slipping on a newer piece, I'm just
Picking up a newer me, I've been
Doing fine, they just doing me, like
Patagonia on me
Gotta know it's on me
Coat small, but you know it's growing on me
Audemar, nigga, I might throw it on me
Gotta show it's on me
I'm a dickhead, I'm an asshole
With a big head I need glass for
Why yo fist red, why yo cash slow
Maybe fix that's why yo ass broke, huh
What you talking all modest
I'm just tryna be honest
Don't question my petty shit thought I told your ass I'm an artist
These niggas got product
Too much green bad for me
I ain't really even on it
Too much beef bad for me
How I'm supposed to get up off your sleeve
Off your sleeve
Blowing off some steam
Bet you onto them shower thoughts when I'm leaving
Gotta get you off of my needs
Not on my knees
I can't doze off in the deep end
Doze off in the deep end
Gotta get you off of my needs
I can't doze off in the deep end
Gotta get up off of your sleeve
Ion write songs bout people no more
I just watch movies and I sing 'em
Top floor when I bring 'em
But ion pick up no phone though when the iPhone be ringing
Clear mind when I'm thinking
Ya money stack look slim
Backstroke on the weekend
Still don't know how to swim
I just keep to combing in it, yeah
I just keep to combing in it
I don't play like that
Money conversations to bank and it's gone stay like that
Living everyday like that
I don't do no features lest you family or you pay like that
Ball on all these niggas
Told me they ain't see me laying that, huh
I was stressing in a past tense, now I kick my feet up
They all up on ya door dawg, banging like they Sia
Them bitches in a past tense
They can't fuck with me
I don't play that back and forth much
I feel like Aaliyah
I feel like I'm