Letras
I don't go looking for love, I'm looking
For money and growth, I'm not like before
I'm learning to cope with my feelings so I put my shit in my notes
I'm going harder than ever, I feel like lil'
Baby, my pockets full, all fucking four
They like, why the fuck you always getting
High, cause life used to make me feel low
I never want my kids to know or experience what it feel like being poor
Wantin' to know they can have whatever they
Want, fuck around, buy the whole store
I remember we was homeless, we ain't had nowhere to go
Now my shoes cost you rent, bitch, I used to sleep on the floor
Woods on fire like I'm up in Cali, I'm smoking shit you can smell
Never give a hoe my kids, ain't raising no
Child, nigga, I'm raising money and hell
Cover my scars with Designer, this balenciaga
See this fit right here, it'll hurt your pocket
My loved ones telling me, to stop bein so damn
Cocky, they know these fuck niggas be watching
Money causing problems, it's like I can't live without them
Will this shit ever change, should I highly doubt it
People gon' only reach out when they need you
Even family members, all type of people
I try to be nice, but the world not
So sometimes I gotta be some type of evil
Lately been rockin' all black like a young nigga movin' it stealth
Look at you, life, they hit you, you thought you'd be good by yourself
People think I had it easy, I remember I needed help
They know that I cope with these drugs I keep my feelings on the
Shelf You gotta stop takin these drugs you gotta care about your
Health. Everybody need a lil fixin shit I ain even perfect myself
But they know I cope with these drugs, I keep my feelings on the shelf
Think I'ma walk around broke, you must took me for somebody else
I'm still learning who I am, I'm learning to become a man
I always been misunderstood, I'm hoping that you understand
I put my hoe in skims, she used to shop at Citi Trends
They say I'm going places, now they out trying to make amends