I need my Sassa money
From the fucking government
That's my suitcase
It got nothing in it
Need my fucking paper
Like the paper man
Life gave me lemons
I make lemonade
Ay
Feel like paperboi
I'm bout to kick the door
I am real annoyed
Cause your music makes me snore
Must've struck a nerve
Cause your shit is sounding forced
Take it back to Udubs
Cause I think you need a course
Study dawg
Your music turn everybody off
Not your homie
Not your pal
Please don't ever call me buddy dawg
Shit can get real muddy dawg
(Fr)
You're really pissing everybody off
Broke but got a lot of money talk
You don't respect me
I don't respect you
Need to cut off my lose ends
'Fore they get lose
(Ahhh)
Gotta find my purpose
Do shit I was meant to
Gotta let go of resentment and revenge too
Niggas hating on me?
Talk to my hand
That's on my cashews
I don't want a nice girl
Want a bad bitch
That's for my mental
I don't know her intentions
But our love life is a caption
Same old me
She switched up
But I'm adapting
Way too ahead darling
(Is jy jas?)
Need to be fed darling
(Is jy jas?)
Is you FED darling?
(Is jy jakes?)
Inspired by a dead artist
(Is jy jas?)
Ahhh
You a wolf in sheep skin
I see right through it
Thinking of a lotta crazy shit
And I might do it
Scary hours
(Ay)
Scary hours
(Ay)
Scary hours
(Ay)
Scary hours
(Ay)
It's time now
I'm a living ticking time bomb
Love to hit with the lights on
This the journey of a icon!