[Verse 1]

I think I found a different side to me

I guess this money is the side who I'm about to be

I stand up for my music, just to get knocked down

These bitches lay down, just to get knocked up

Ironic right? But just to clarify

Look, We the reason they go, no need to sympathize

I swear work is hard, distractions are plenty

Time is short, and the past just killed me

She asked me, "How can you forget?"

I say, "Time goes one way, memory in the other"

That's probably, why my career ain't doing so badly

While these other niggas sponsored by mommy and daddy

Yea they got the best talent, that money can buy

But obviously that fake shit can't get you no profit

That's why I never turn my back on the team

I just wished we learned your back is the best target

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All the bitches on the wall

Listen about what we did

Just let us go, so easily

Let us go so easily like

[Verse 2]

Live life by the words you choose to be known by

So I'm just trynna to be G, the next two letters

Why every time we talk, you never look me in my eyes

Honestly, I guess we both can do better

To a lot of women "wedding" has a nice ring to it

Right? I just never see myself there

She say I'm the man of her dreams

So if I think about it, waking up must be a nightmare

But all I care about is how they call me great with this art

Yeah I could draw a crowd, no matter the spot

Why is it every time niggas talk they expect me to listen?

But I just hold my space like an astronaut

In this life balance good with the bad

Love what you got, and remember what you had

And to every nigga that dissed when I asked

There's no future in the past, yeah

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Trynna imagine my haters' personality

I'm finally seeing my dreams, so fuck being bitter

And I'll miss you, I miss who I thought you would be

But I just couldn't bear it, like Chi stripper

So I put my heart and soul into this music, organ donor

Is it wrong? I don't care what you do

Fuck that. Hey shout out to my fans

And I think they call them fans

Cause when you hot, they keep you cool

I love the irony

And funny how success always hurts your last girl to the point she can't handle

Yeah, she be calling me

And I just send a text like "Ex is just short for example"

And she would say, wait hold on

See fuck it, I never listen

Too worried about pimpin' this avenue

Getting to the point with these bitches, ballet shoes

Hey life, where my lemons at?

And I love when niggas ask me where the women at?

Cause that right there, let me know that they know, I'm over them

So where y'all niggas at?

[Hook]