Letras
Y'all poppin it for the cam, makes sense y'all living the actor life
Bitch I'm an entrepreneur, don't give a fuck about the rapper life
The DMV got my heart it ain't no secret what I like
Got a PG princess now, my last bih was from Capitol Heights
It's crazy a year ago out there I almost lost my life
Detectives think I slipped on ice, I wish my memory sufficed
Cause if them cameras worked where I was found
I'm coming back for mine
My niggas ready to score for free, don't even want bragging rights
I'm him like Austin Reaves verse Memphis way before the hype
Who vouched for him?
Don't know if he him or not, might be a hermaphrodite
I'm stressed might hit the gym or I might hit the RRAC tonight
My routine the only thing that keep my path to light
Y'all don't wanna put in no work foreal, just wanna be pacified
I'm keeping shit on lock fr like it was classified
Just give me every shade of brown, I never had a type
You crashing out about the women, it make sense y'all act alike
Just emotional as hell, that lame shit just won't prevail
The love I had outweighed what I got in return and broke the scale
I had to scale back, tell me how I'm supposed to feel
In the White House with a tux on, bet you I still throw up Ls
She 25 getting fillers in her face with no appeal
I'm poppin it to a cougar at the shop she old as hell
She pulling up past midnight, I ain't even spoke foreal
Like layup lines before the game she already know the drill
I'm Mr. bi-coastal, catch a flight don't care where I'm landing
She know my heart frozen just like Elsa, just like Anna
I went broke off people pleasing, I had to get my bands up
Y'all still buying them fake ass streams, you need to get your fans up
Just tryna turn this lil Model 3 into a Lamb truck
Remember tryna be hard, Gaga told me pull my pants up
Y'all stealing so much swag
You walk in the door and they got they hands up
All I ever needed was a pack from Walt Mansa
But I made this beat
Nigga must be a mime, he can't say shit to me