I don't really care, I'm gonna go platinum
You're out my life, are you really that dumb?
Making all this money and I got a green thumb
One day I'm gonna pop like I'm chewing bubble gum
You take my heart and rip it in half
You're in my life but you dip and dash
You're a bitch ass mother f*cker
I don't give a f*ck about you
I'm really just here to get my cash
Cruising down the street with my windows down
Everybody gonna wanna come around
Everybody gonna wanna go right now
Everybody gonna wanna go, yo
I like to listen to my own music
One day I swear I'm gonna gonna lose it
I thought me and you were exclusive
Didn't choose it
Gotta use it
Man i blew it
Maybe I'm possessive
But really I'm just upset
This is why I'm so aggressive
Saying that I need to rest
Dealing with depression
Waking up, I'm such a mess
Here to learn a lesson
Why do you think of me less
I'm trying to be the best that I can be
I'm trying to live in a world with a little bit a peace
I'm trying to make this rap into reality
But I'm feeling like I'm living in a fantasy
I'm feeling like my music will never come true
If it doesn't happen what am I gonna do
What am I gonna do
Wishing I was living in a sky of blue
Gotta move
And I'm never gonna lose
I'm never gonna go
Never gonna fade away
All y'all mother f*ckers gonna know my name
I'll do it for the money
And I'll do it for the fame
F*ck that!
Everybody really sound the f*cking same to me
Honestly
I don't care what you say about me
About me, cause I know me
2018, I'm finally popping
Bumping in your ride, I'm finally rocking
Christmas day, better check your stocking
It's my cd, now you're talking
Punch like Ronda Rousey
Cute like Ryan Gosling
Man you brush your teeth but Imma be the one that's flossing, woo
Working on three songs at the same time
I got so much stuff that's just going through my mind
I like to be independent, I don't need to be signed
I'm too stressed, light up this blunt, yeah I need to unwind
On another level
Pedal to the metal
Make you going mental
Wash your mouth out, dental
On another level
Drive a lambo, rental
Why you so judge mental
My ex is the, the devil
I'm feeling so good, I could do a cartwheel
You never cared about me or how I feel
I'm not making mills and I'm not taking pills and I'm not going to the club throwing dollar bills
You get so mad when I keep it real
I don't really care if I don't appeal
I write what I feel
I got a lot of drive like an automobile
Only going uphill