YWB Philly - Bipolar II Lyrics

Bipolar part two
You already know what's going on, yeah
I'm bout bipolar as it gets, yeah
Not high but I'm still lit, yeah
I get high then fall down low, yeah
I can't mess with these hoes, damn
I'm rapping on this ripoff
Hoe, some girl gone bite your dick off
In Wisconsin it's gone snow
Yeah I'm selling out your show, aye
Stop tryna cross my gang
If you do me dumb, you lame
Some call me the big bad wolf
'Cause they jealous of my fame, aye
You hate what you ain't got
Swallow for fame n you a thot
Girl they hate us cuz they ain't us
Talking shit like you an anus, yeah
You say I ain't got bars
All you spit is hoes and cars
How you so high you on mars
Why don't you talk about those scars
That I know your ex gave you
And those scars yeah they enslave you
Never talk about what made you
Cuz you afraid that they gone hate you, yeah
Bipolar, I keep getting worse
I know my brain is cursed
So stop tryna take my spot
Because that I was here first
And I'm just gone do me
Pull the trigger on three
So you white girls that's tea
Rija says family tree
Stop the haters kill streak
Lindsay dies in my dream
And my girl had to cheat
Jordan double three peat
Superstar Kurt Cobain
Hormones f*ck up my brain
I'm so numb, can't feel pain
Think I'm going insane
Trust issues to the max
F*ck anxiety attacks
One day I make six hits
I'm just spitting straight facts
Shoot me up and they laugh
Stay tall like a giraffe
Just like Kevin Durant
Yeah I just strained my calf
Bipolar as it gets, yeah
Not high but I'm still lit, yeah
I get high then fall down low, yeah
I can't mess with these hoes, damn
I'm rapping on this ripoff
Hoe some girl gone bite your dick off
In Wisconsin it's gone snow
Yeah I'm selling out your show, aye
See they hate me either way
I'm straight they call me a fag
Cuz I rap about my life
Really not much more to say, yuh