[Verse 1: C2D]

I find it hard to breathe, got me standing still

You know it’s not me, am I even real?

I’m sippin’ on that lean, got me sitting still

Roll me up a blunt, I get high as hell

Run me up my bands, man I’m getting it

I got good gas, put you on yo ass

I don’t really need you, you don’t really need me

They watch my life like TV

I’m smoking on gas, that green green

You don’t really know me

They act like they don’t see me

You can’t come up close to me

You can’t count up O’s with me

You can’t chase all these hoes with me

I hate how they all pressing me

Baby I’m so impressed with you

Got some nеw designer jeans, spеnt two hundred on these jeans

And lately I’ve been under pressure

I find myself acting so extra

I smoke everyday on the calendar

I get high everyday on the regular

My brain foggin’ up, call it Nebula

I’m singing for love, Opera

Hearing my voice and you fall in love

I got tears in my eyes, they keep falling

On my phone and I wish you was calling

I’m gettin’ my bread, boy, I’m balling

I’m gettin’ my bread, stop the talking

I want your love, baby, stop stalling

Damn, fuck what you call 'em

I’m tired of havin’ these problems

I really wish I could do something

[Verse 2: IMSICKOFJUN]

Might come and go, but you know what, this shit won’t just fucking change

People come and go, they gon' use you for what you need then fadeaway

Yeah, livin' this day to day

Yeah, I can’t regret what I said

'Cause I seen these people, they change for the fakes

And I seen the money go change the ways

Doin’ a 180 for some of that guap

Livin’ excuses, man, they don’t just stop

They changing opinions, they changing they thoughts

Thought they was ya homies but they was just not

So I gotta keep my lil' circle small

And for all my day ones, I'ma just ball

I’m sharing this shit, even if I’m on call

If they not eating, I’m eating at all

And I’m not eating even if I got guap

Don’t need to get even with none of my opps

These bitches just worried bout if I’m gon stop

I’m getting this money, man, fuck what you thought

[?] knocking at my door, asking for all these handouts, last year they swear I would flop

Your bitch be all up on Instagram, takin’ these pictures with you but you know you can cry

'Cause them bitches fucking with me

Declining your calls, when they be with me

Instead of you, I’m the one she gon’ see

She said you was boring, she party with me

Complaining to me about all of the problems she has

Including about how much you need, all of her attention

Seems like your life is in pieces

Her standards, man, you do not meet

Gotta just keep it a buck

The drugs in my head, they gon' get me just stuck

I’m taking advices, just never enough

It’s hardly a problem, but when I get stuck in my head, man, I don’t know who to just trust

Constantly stuck in this case, that I can’t get out

That’s why I be fiending for lust

I can’t be thinking about all of this shit that I did

Shit, it was what it was