I can't be fucking with fakes (woah)
Can you just get out my way?
They be lurking on the money I make
Try to make bands in different ways
You thought that I wouldn't even see it
Check my pockets, they are bleeding
But the money is increasing every day, yeah
I'm with my bro's and we getting rich
I'm putting Louis all over my fit
I'm getting the bag, 'cause I never miss
I don't want no trouble
But you caused it by yourself
Making dollars, you can tell
You see that I'm living well
I just try to live well
I see the haters, they living in hell
I'm so sorry, you got nothing
You say you do, but you are bluffing
I am the real thing, you are a wannabe
I'm making real cheese, you making fun of me
I'm going crazy, be where I wanna be
PTSD is getting in front of me
I'm not even sober 'cause this shit is too much
I've been smoking on them greens, I don't think I have enough
I need to get more, 'cause I'm almost done
I'm smoking on the daily so you know that something's wrong
Can you get out of my brain? Yeah
People leave without a trace, yeah
I can't deal with this shit no more
Tell me what I'm waiting for
I am going bad with the issues that I have
So sad
I can't be fucking with fakes
Can you just get out my way?
They be lurking on the money I make
Try to make bands in different ways
You thought that I wouldn't even see it
Check my pockets, they are bleeding
But the money is increasing every day, yeah
I'm with my bros and we getting rich
I'm putting Louis all over my fit
I'm getting the bag, 'cause I never miss
I don't want no trouble
But you caused it by yourself
Making dollars, you can tell
You see that I'm living well