SAD!

I count up these racks fast, but I'm still sad! Hunnid bands up, look like a Rich man
Your bitch told me she a big fan, Leaning off this Wock like a kickstand
In this whip I go like 101, I'm the realest nigga, I'm like 1 of 1
You can't get in the building, you ain't one of us! Why you claim that you gang, what you running from

Rolling up a blunt on top my Glock box, this bitch boutta pull up on me
Blow me with some pop rocks... she said, Dezi, one day you got be up in the top spot
And I'm not sure about it, All I really know is I count up these racks
But I'm still sad... hunnid bands up, look like a rich, rich man
Your bitch told me she a big, big, big fan... No, I aint ever been a sixth man
All these niggas broke like why your pockets on your wrist man
All these blank ass stares like isn't anybody listening
Everybody swear that they been coming up on big things
And I heard Raven got a song with Dezi, Look how shit changed
Look at me now, no I don't ever wanna go back
My ex bitch sorry, caught an L, She gotta hold that
Im hoping maybe one day hell will sell my soul back... til then

I count up these racks fast, but I'm still sad! Hunnid bands up, look like a Rich man
Your bitch told me she a big fan, Leaning off this Wock like a kickstand
In this whip I go like 101, I'm the realest nigga, I'm like 1 of 1
You can't get in the building, you ain't one of us! Why you claim that you gang, what you running from