[Verse 1]

This like a feeling I've felt before

Songs made me some cash, I'ma sell 'em more

Look out for the birds, they say nevermore

I don't want to rap, nah-nah, anymore

And I've felt this before, it's familiar

You've been through some stress and it's killing ya

She be my bitch and she like Bryson Tiller

Only love me 'cause I'm a killer

I sold me like one and I made it back

Life done been shit and I'm hating rap

The people I trusted are opps now

Whole gang, yeah, they scream "Fuck the cops" now

And I hate me like BL!ZZXRD on "Ascend"

I'ma just wait until the end, yeah