(prod. @prodlj & @killslayerx)

catching u slipping i swear u capping

talking that shit say u get them racks in

i done fucked ur bitch i swear it happened

sorry bro u loose u slacking

smoking on mid u smoking trash and

i’m dolo mode so now i’m laughing

chopper can talk i swear he smacking

do u want war my bro he packing

number nine jeans i swear they sagging

switch it up clean i’m rockin the lang and

i be so cold i think it’s the trams and

i pop a perc she post for the gram and

she gave u a kiss say i love u hampi

bro u so fake i treat u like family

i don’t give a fuck i’m all by myself

i did this all me need nobody else

laugh to the bank i go by myself

i can not trust never again

made it this far don’t want no friend

who want to talk, talk to the hand

i’m going away, i’m nodding again

nothing for me, got nothing to gain

like number nine, i only feel pain

i can not love, it fuck with my brain