[Verse 1]
My bad I been grinding till I cop a rolly I got bad timing
Lately got my mind stuck it’s been hard for me to write shit
How we go from vibing to almost everyday we fighting
Jus know I'll never raise my hand n I never want to c u crying
Its crazy on how everything been moving lately
N 2020 jus gettin started we still got 5 more months waiting
I been grinding extra hard I can’t let quarantine get me lazy
N say you're happy for me but lately u been acting shady
N I Know I wasn’t perfect jus hope I was worth it
Cuzz what u want u deserve it I should’ve made sure of it
N everything I got Now just know I done earned it
Ain’t gon lie I asked for hand outs n they just deserted
Can steal my swag but I'll b damned if u rob me
N I know they knock me y they copy
N call me what u want cuzz the money gon keep calling
If my casket ain’t dropping I ain’t stopping
[Hook]
They ain’t know me I noe they mad at me
Real ones gon be glad for me
Ready to let that ratchet squeeze ou I got the bag wit me
Dissin me that’s blasphemy my dawgs ready to blast for me
U can have it if u want it u gotta issue we got magazines
She get moody i don’t b home
Blowing up my ring tone
Too many depend on me I got no tyme for it I keep going
Money my religion ima practice what I preach on
Bet they big mad kept telling me wasn’t gon be none (nothing)
[Verse 2]
I’m spaced out in my spaceship ain’t no racing me
Too focused to notice ur bullshit ain’t no phasing me
Took hella Ls on da past b damned if u playing me
Lost my soul to these streets ain’t no saving me
Spent my whole life hungry tired of seen my mamma struggle
That's y I gotta feed my pockets before I feed my stomach
Risk a sentence for some commas where I’m from it’s worth da trouble
I’m just out here trying to eat ain’t I ain’t tryna b no rebel
They ain’t want to put me on so I put me on
Na I can’t go back to how it was like before
Can’t b chillin wit no sucka niggas they just leach on
Can’t wait to spoil u on bae cation in Puerto Rico
(2x)
[Hook]
They ain’t know me I noe they mad at me
Real ones gon be glad for me
Ready to let that ratchet squeeze ou I got the bag wit me
Dissin me that’s blasphemy my dawgs ready to blast for me
U can have it if u want it u gotta issue we got magazines
She get moody i don’t b home
Blowing up my ring tone
Too many depend on me I got no tyme for it I keep going
Money my religion ima practice what I preach on
Bet they big mad kept telling me wasn’t gon be none (nothing)
N 2020 jus gettin started we still got 5 more months waiting
I been grinding extra hard I can’t let quarantine get me lazy
N say you're happy for me but lately u been acting shady