Verse 1

Prod. Emerald:

Yeah, in the overlook, baby, in the halls

Feel like Jack with my axe, breakin' down the walls

Man, it's too much on my mind, I might lose it all

Man, this love in the air, it's colder than fall

I feel like Torrance, yeah, stuck in a maze

But you on my mind, yeah, I'm countin' the days, babe

Tryin' to say what I'm not, overlook, be where I stay

Countin' on this paper, my wrist goin' cray

April the cruelest month, breeding, I'm not talkin' May

Look at my roster, I just wanna find another bae

She want my money, then she’ll leave, I see it in your face

No, I don't wanna see them boys, cause they all fake

Verse 2

Prod. Emerald:

Pumpfake on these hoes, you know how it go

Feel like Danny with them twins, do I see a ghost?

I swear that God's on our side, but they don't know that, though

Yeah, them boys, they gettin' drunk, they like, why am I slow?

That girl askin' if I'm broke, I said, no, there's more

That lil' boy scared, did I get you talkin' low?

Verse 3

Prod. Emerald:

Yeah, I'm rich, but they still hate on me, I know my song is on repeat

Cause your girl, she gon’ lean on me, she can't go buy them Vivian jeans

Feel like Jack, give me my axe back

Feel like Jack, give me that axe back

Yeah, don't tell him why, but boy, it's so sad

Yeah, drive on by, go and feel the wrath

Verse 4

Prod. Emerald:

That boy don't need no lady, that’s a rental, not Mercedes

No, I ain't bout conversatin', like insurance, she screw my ratings, yeah

Red rum in my head, yeah, my thoughts are in reverse

She don't want my love, but I'm still gon’ write a verse

Flexin' through the pain, I let riches be my curse

Emeralds glow in the dark, my diamonds, they bleed through dirt

Don't need no psych-eval, wipe tears with Goyard towels

Got that Evan, no Sowell, that girl tweak over my ‘sal

Girl, I ain't your pal, I bought that Balenciaga gown

For you to go to town, on a man with another sound

All work and no play, that's how your boy goin' mad

Girl ain’t no way, I’d wanna be there like that

Flexin', I'm fine, it kept me goin' on track

Jude got the fakes, but I payed 1K for my tracks

I’m a real kind soul, stuck in that five-star trap

Got them bags, I might go get me a cat

Verse 5 / Repeat Chorus

Prod. Emerald:

Yeah, I'm rich, but they still hate on me, I know my song is on repeat

Cause your girl, she gon’ lean on me, she can't go buy them Vivian jeans

Feel like Jack, give me my axe back

Feel like Jack, give me that axe back

Yeah, don't tell him why, but boy, it's so sad

Yeah, drive on by, go and feel the wrath

That boy don't need no lady, that’s a rental, not Mercedes

No, I ain't bout conversatin', like insurance, she screw my ratings, yeah

Red rum in my head, yeah, my thoughts are in reverse

She don't want my love, but I'm still gon’ write a verse

Flexin' through the pain, I let riches be my curse

Emeralds glow in the dark, my diamonds, they bleed through dirt