I got my hand on the trigger I feel the adrenaline flow through my veins Im boutta build me a river Full of blood from everybody throwing the shade All black fit Bitch im so wicked Talk shit you'll see them three sixes All those disses dont get dismissed They'll make you wish you dont exist I've been on my own Feel it in my bones I've been making moves and, i've been improving I've been falling down, hating where I land Getting up stronger Tryna make a stand yeah And they all just stop and stare, now And i hate the way they say my name, loud And they all coming out with they hands out No doubt, switching up they route acting proud Its all fake I pray to god, i can see Think i'm wrong until i speak I'm writing songs until i can't breathe I got my hand on the trigger I feel the adrenaline flow through my veins Im boutta build me a river Full of blood from everybody throwing the shade All black fit Bitch im so wicked Talk shit you'll see them three sixes All those disses dont get dismissed They'll make you wish you dont exist I got my hand on the trigger And a round in the chamber Im bout to build me a river Let out this anger I take my time surround it Just like i be tried Make sure my mind is grounded And i won't be the same I take my life But i'm not take yours Will take this knife I just wonna make sure