SPLIT

I used to tell my mama I'm gon' be a fuckin' star
I used to post up on my flicks rockin' Bapestas
I used to listen to these beats in my granny car
Now they take a couple bands, turn you to an artist

Please don't flex up on the Gram, you ain't livin' large
Brodie pulled a"would you rather" told him"I would rather lie"
Walkin' out Balenci, spent ten, I'm a retard
I can't even lie, it's worth it, I got a purpose

Asked me"Do you trust your people?" I said that I'm certain
She tryna take me to her room, I told her"Close the curtains"
Mall shopping gone wrong, I bought the whole surface
Dream girl into a fan, now I make her nervous

I'm in Turkey with some miles, tryna shake it up
Told that bitch, back it up, she can cake it up
Fuck you mean I'm not the same? I got my smile up
Toast for the kid, 'cause he did it, yeah

Yeah, bow
Back up on the lyrics, you need backup
Two 28s up on my wrist, I'm finna smack up
Bitch talkin' bad, like I don't even understand her
Bitch talkin' bad, like I don't even understand her

Well, I'm mature now
Tony pulled up with two sticks, now he pullin' out
I spent twenty on these kicks, I can't ball out
It's a ride in my mind, it's a coaster
Me and bae talkin, can we have a moment?
Asked around, talk of town, you the hoe here
Diamonds flooded, I think I can fill a pool
D- D- Diamonds flooded, I think I can fill a pool now

I used to tell my mama I'm gon' be a fuckin' star
I used to post up on my flicks rockin' Bapestas
I used to listen to these beats in my granny's car
Now they take a couple bands, turn you to an artist

Please don't flex up on the Gram, you ain't livin' large
Brodie pulled a"would you rather" told him I would rather lie
Walkin' out Balenci, spent ten, I'm a retard
I can't even lie, it's worth it, I got a purpose

Stop this
Please don't talk to me, I'm on some violence
Rollies, 808s and hoes on some thot shit
How the fuck he went to medicine and now he drop shit?

My brother from the 34, he think he international
I pulled up rationing, now all these kids think I'm irrational
I woke up with the money next to me, I think we one-nightin
That boy live in Selfridges, I think he shortsighted

One, two, I pull up
That boy made a song and be like"Yeah" like boy shut up
He was sayin' fuck the street, he thinkin' that he Duwap
Bitch talkin' bad, like I don't even understand her

I say, bitches talkin' bad if they lookin' bad
Walk up in the fuckin' store, I bought another pair
Racks up, dance on this hoe, she movin' bad
Racks up, dance on her so she move bad

Big boy, don't talk about my boy
I be walkin, destroy
All my bitches decoys, yeah
Racks up, fit up, Rick Owens
All my bitches really steppin, destroy, decoy 'em

Stop this

I got used to all the haters
Sixty thousand fuckin' rappers on the same-ass medications
Not convinced that there's a fallin' and I'll tell you 'bout it later
If I made a hit right now, would you be sayin' you my day one?

Would you say you got it started?
Say it where your heart at
Would you say you got it started?
Say it where your heart at

Mama tell me"Boy, you doin' way too much"
I thought I lost you when you got your diamonds up
Said I'm sorry but I like havin' my trouble up

Now, H, I give my sorry for this shit
You were way too fuckin' young when I put you up for this shit
The girls and money came, but what you makin' out of it?
The last two years was tough, but I'm back reportin' it
It's easy