Verse 1
Prod. Emerald:
Feel like I'm Carti, the way I gotta go blink me some
I don't lie, they gon' try to paint me like I'm dumb
Yeah, these girls gon' lie like heresy
Yeah, I got a job, no, I don't need receipts
Got a lot of people kickin' on me
Man, they must think that they cleats
Girl, I'm a petty young man, don't need nothin' to eat
But I think that girl on the other side of the room. She for me
Girl, I ain't gon' chill out, cause you gon' got me tweakin
Baby girl, when I go drop the roof, don't be lookin' at me
All thе girls, they stay in the way, I'm just tryin' to make bеats
Verse 2
Prod. Emerald:
When I’m shopping don't need nothin' for free, yeah
When I look for a girl, don't need no freak, yeah
If I feel the girl then I send her on a ‘lil spree, yeah
That poor boy’s dreams, just gon' stay dreams, yeah
Man, I'm printing money and I don't needa stock reams
I got like 10 grand on me, it's gon' be a feast
I got a light 10 abnds, man, stacking money like a beast
Turn that girl to a friend and I'm not talkin' bout the priest
Greasy boy, catch up, he lookin' like he can't breathe
Verse 3
Prod. Emerald:
I'ma get your love, then I'ma go dip
They hate me, but I don't care, I'm just gon' go sip
That boy, he squeak a lot, so we call him pip
Lil bourgeois bot don't know what to do, he just pop pills
Ain't goin' on a date, I'll just cook in the lab
Ain't going out fake, do it for Uncle Sam
I'ma go burn bridges, not talkin' dam
No, I ain't goin', she just told that girl, no, ma'am
Last three weeks of school got me feelin' like I'm not fam
All them boys mad, cause I just cooked them like Spam
Now they try to put me on death row
They hate it, but I'm just really bad at taking slow
It's probably that she came straight from the post
I ain't got so much time, so it spent the most
Verse 4
Prod. Emerald:
Talkin' bout he has luck, so he can get blocks
I don't know, this whole remind me of John Locke
Lot of hows in my stadium, up in my roster
Lot of people goin' crazy, I just flew up to Little Rock
Has luck, so he can get luck
Hey, that boy sure can't miss out
Refrain / Hook
Prod. Emerald:
Nobody gon' miss ya
Nobody gon' miss ya
Man ain't gon' miss ya
Man ain't gon' miss ya
Emerald he can't miss ya
Got a hole in my head, yeah
Verse 1 (Reprise)
Prod. Emerald:
Feel like I'm Carti, the way I gotta go blink me some
I don't lie, they gon' try to paint me like I'm dumb
Yeah, these girls gon' lie like heresy
Yeah, I got a job, no, I don't need receipts
Got a lot of people kickin' on me
Man, they must think that they cleats
Girl, I'm a petty young man, don't need nothin' to eat
But I think that girl on the other side of the room, she for me
Girl, I ain't gon' chill out, cause you gon' got me tweakin
Outro / Narration
Narrator:
Son, it was ridiculous
That was one of his closest friends, I tell you. And all for a little bit of attention
After that day, neither of them were ever the same again..