I got a habit I need to confess

I went from a nigga on the couch, splitting rent, to a provider

I'm struggling adjusting to my life now

Break a ball down and it's fishcale, it's fire

Pray it ain't no fentanyl, my sons need me alive

Don't forget my baby moms, I love her

But I'm still tempted by the flesh, can we fuck her too?

I can't help I'm trying do it how I like

I'm married to the money so my bitch my second wife

I'll be the first to admit

I'm doing the most, I never had shit

So I bought the drum and the forty round clip

You know that I'm spending a grip

I don't hold back regarding my kin

And I ain't no trick, but I trick on my bitch

Funny thing is, they thought I would live off a woman

That ain't what I meant when I said that I'm pimpin'

It mean what I say I'm a get, I'm a get it

No offense

My grass is green behind this fence

They wishing me well, but they'd laugh if I slip

I miss all my niggas but shout out to Prince

I MISS ALL MY NIGGAZ BUT SHOUTOUT TO PRINCE

You know how we coming

I don't want no seed money

I brought weed money

But I got that key money

I got enough for six keys, fuck it

Open the door

I been had a chip on my shoulder

Pussy and weed

Been changing my life since corona

New year, old me

You can't touch me with a nosebleed

Back back, nigga six feet

Bruce Bowen, give her just D

This Dior, you niggas musty

I don't want her, you can trust me

Honestly, she beneath me

You could get her back easy

I ain't never said I'm nothing I wasn't

But niggas still say I'm preaching

You niggas hacking and reaching

But if you reaching then I'm teaching