What, what, what it's on my trickle
How bout they get at it
Got these blood up on my jeans
And these bitches think it's fancy
I'ma pop out with my mask on
Mask up like they on Jay-Z
Niggas see me go on the rock
Swear to God these niggas hate it
I don't give a f*ck bout bitch
Niggas got a grade for you to dig
Niggas doin' all this farting
Got this boy but call it stick
I'ma hypnotize your bitch up with my dick
And make her reminisce
She ain't free, she want my kiss
So I'ma put her on her lips
How much they not see my bitch
Can't stay, they might get put in a lift
My world's sorry, but I had no choice
I had to take the risk
Tryna stay down till I get rich
I'ma go to war, I bought my pop
That nigga watch me work
I'ma run up on a lot of mobs
Thinkin' God my shit ain't generous
Who know how I love
Knowing I don't worry bout my past
I just let it go
Because of all the scars that I caused
I been hurt some more
Thinkin' I'ma quit, nah
I can't give up
Got these niggas really wishin' that I'll end it all
To the point that shit didn't get to me
I tried to end it all
Matter of fact, I tried it twice
But then God's voice was in my ear
Sayin' that he proud of me
Then we had a long talk for a minute
About all my confessions
Had to let me know that I was gonna have it all
Gotta keep my blessings
Gotta keep these f*ck niggas from my circle
Gotta spread the message
But if I don't hear it, spread it
How bout I get at it
Got these blood up on my jeans
And these bitches think it's fashion
I'ma pop out with my mask on
Mask up like they on a date
These niggas see me goin' up
I swear to God these niggas hate it
I don't give a f*ck bout a bitch
Niggas got a grant for you to dig
Niggas doin' all this work
Ain't got that sweat but call it stick
I'ma hypnotize your bitch
Hell with my dick and make her reminisce
Show your freak shoe on my tits
So I'ma put it on her lips
Skim her stain, I see my bitch
Can't stand if I ain't get put in a lift
My world's hard but I have no choice
I had to take the risk
Tryna stay down till I get rich
I'ma go to war about my potty