[Intro]

Yea I got this shit on lock

(She said)

Oh woah, oh yeah

Uh oh woah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

Uh I'm in my mind, it's too confusing (confusing)

Yeah, they all want a piece of the pot

Shit, it's what I'm used to (what im used 2)

Think I'm good I lie

I got loose screws

My heart too tied to you, but my soul in this music

This what I'm meant to be

It's nothing to get confused with

You fucking on your bitch, just 2 fuck (just 2 fuck)

I'm fucking on my chick, but that shit for the love (for the love)

Yeah, Im cuffed, that's for life

I-I ain't with that other stuff st-st

They tryna control my life

But I'm no PSP (no)

I'm no PS5 (oh woah)

Said fuck opinions, now feel revived (revived)

[Verse]

Oh, oh

You all in a hive

Not a single thought your own (thought your own)

How you live a lie, I can never livе a lie

You try to ride my wave, why try what you can't handlе

Yeah, I'm tryna hit up summer smash

And turn into a candle

I'm in foreign places

Shit, I'm somewhere that you can't go

Wearing Japanese garments, so can't even

Pronounce the brand, hoe (oh woahh)

A lot of fake love be fucking up my cell phone

A lot of people call, but I'm not trusting no tone

Separate the fake from the real shit

How do I even know

Masked up like they robbers tryna rob my soul

A lot of these people snake

They all showing fake love

A lot of these people fake

They all showing fake love

A lot of these bitches fake, probably got they tits done

Got they tits done

Your pockets short on February

My neck froze like January

So many deads in my pockets

Shit look just like a cemetery

My fingers on cemetery

These chrome heart rings, I ain't married

When I am that wedding ring

Gone' need to be chrome

Her brain on Harvard

Yea she give me a crazy dome

Your money pile so small

To see it you probably need a scope

My money pile so large

You can see it from space, whoa

Shit, I'm tryna be in LA

Like I'm a laker

Yeah, you people want the fruits of labor

Without the labor

Like you can't just have lemonade

Unless you squeeze the lemon

Shit, I don't like his attitude

I might 50 cent em

Uh shit im getting fed up

But ill never fucking let up

Yuh shit I love the pressure

Put it on me make me better

[Bridge]

Yeah

Oh, whoa

Yes

Oh whoa

Yeah

Oh, whoa

[Chorus]

Oh

Im in my mind, it's too confusing

They all want a piece of the pie

Shit, that's what I'm used to

I Think I'm good im not I lie

I got loose screws

My heart tied to you, but my soul in this music

This what I'm meant to be

It's nothing to get confused with

You fucking on your bitch just to fuck

Yeah, I'm fucking on my chick

But that shit for the love

You all stuck on lust

I'm all stuck in love

Yeah, I'm cuffed, that's for life

I ain't with all that other stuff