Got niggas, got ho’s trynna end me

Rockstar, popstar.. so they envy

Block noise, rock toys, like PNB

Pops coy, small void, ‘cause he ain’t seeing me

Niggas started acting solid, now they bending

Get to buzzing on the gram they get to friending

Ignore it all ‘cause it won’t pan out in the ending

It ain’t no use in being fake in a what I’m sending

Wearing Prada all the time..

Get used to it

I ain’t coming on the dime..

Get used to it

Got the piece with me

Baby, get used to it

The finest fleecе hit me

Bae, this how the bluеs do it

My big brother ain’t believe, I had to show em

Granny died, I had to grieve, and I’m still going

Money, stacked up to my sleeve, and boy it’s growing

Bitches love me like I’m Keef, they niggas knowing

Quick, fast.. you ever trip I’ll let it go

Bitch bad, she ain’t for keeps.. she just a throat

Switched fast, I ain’t surprised I should have known

Slipped passed, ain’t room to rise.. nigga you grown

Got niggas, got ho’s trynna end me

Rockstar, popstar.. so they envy

Block noise, rock toys, like PNB

Pops coy, small void, ‘cause he ain’t seeing me

Niggas started acting solid, now they bending

Get to buzzing on the gram they get to friending

Ignore it all ‘cause it won’t pan out in the ending

It ain’t no use in being fake in a what I’m sending