Don't

(You're the baddest and the brightest)
(And I don't know what the hell you want from me)
(But you're good enough for me, I know it)
(You can have my heart, you can throw it)
(And I, I think I still believe all the lies)

Engine up, I'm in the booth, yeah, you know I gotta vent
Ever since that nigga rat, he ain't been the same since
Gotta keep my heart, won't sell my soul, but I want some gold
I still want the opps dead, it don't matter if I'm old
Yeah, I'm going way sick, still sip a Styrofoam
Watch where you talk, niggas here'll knock you for your fucking toe
Just 'cause he talk that shit up in the trap don't mean I fucking care
My OG said I need more hooks, stop going in
But fuck that shit 'cause Gary still up in that fucking pen'
He took it to the chin, the fuck I look like
Going in that courtroom turning to a rat?
Ain't no P, but I got a master plan
I want my opps inside the dirt, I need advances in some sand, ayy
Hanging with the wrong niggas got a bullet in your skin
I got some dirt inside my nails, tryna peep, but can't clean
Won't judge nobody off they drugs 'cause I'm cool to a couple fiends
Interrogation room, solid like the eight ball
Don't ask me what I seen
I'm higher than the bitches and niggas that be in the nosebleeds
I hit her one time, she tryna dip, she tryna stay, she want the seed
Them niggas keep posting guns, think they scaring shit, we all bleed
Posting guns on the internet, nah, we don't get in that
Ayy, nah, we don't get in that
Posting guns on the internet

(But you're good enough for me, I know it)
(You can have my heart, you can throw it)
(And I, I think I still believe all the lies)