My young one's stuck up in the hood, ain't have a place to go
Got him a cutter, now he take it everywhere he go
I swear love it ain't a thing, with all these ratchet hoes
I do struggle fighting demons, I been facing ghosts
My young one's stuck up in the hood, ain't have a place to go
Got him a cutter, now he take it everywhere he go
I swear love it ain't a thing, with all these ratchet hoes
I do struggle fighting demons, I been facing ghosts
They say love is a drug, glad I ain't overdose
I overthink, its like I drown when my brain overloads
I think its all of this cheese, cause now they're fuckin' with me
No you weren't here, so I aint calling you my older bro
No you weren't here, when I would call you ain't pick up the phone
No you weren't here, when I was freezing left me in the cold
Crazy how wanna be team, cah now they're seeing me gleam
But I remember back when none of these new faces showed
I ain't tryna say I'm perfect
I'm still tryna find my purpose
And to these bitches I been swerving
I don't want you out here hurting
My young one's stuck up in the hood, ain't have a place to go
Got him a cutter, now he take it everywhere he go
I swear love it ain't a thing, with all these ratchet hoes
I do struggle fighting demons, I been facing ghosts
My young one's stuck up in the hood, ain't have a place to go
Got him a cutter, now he take it everywhere he go
I swear love it ain't a thing, with all these ratchet hoes
I do struggle fighting demons, I been facing ghosts
No next yutes, just me and my bros
They ain't get left cah they're moving right
You should never go fuck with them hoes
She heard my tune, now she's catting for pipe
They say I'm up next, let the truth be told
It ain't bout waps when we aim for the sky
Yo how can I go cop gold, when bro's in the trap with Bobby and White?
I got this bad one saying she's vegan, fuck, she still wanna take this meat
Look, I might wack her no Ethan slide right through imma jeet and skeet
Bro's like Ferb, he don't do no speaking Tapped, he'll slap on a Bal and Jeet
And my haters rejected semen, all minor cah they're running me streams
Can't fuck with them man, they're fugazi
Real money men don't step parties, heard bro's army coulda got Nazi's
Bad barbie way she built Cardi, warya darling but I ain't Mali
Come roll with a geez, but it ain't Arrdee
They got bro on the wing, but he ain't Sané, so it's fuck Rallies
Look, they say the devil wears Prada, so when I'm up I'm copping dior
Can't splash no cash till a hundred racks
We check them tags when we hit them stores
Bro's 16 with a 4 in the streets, can't lack? Put faith in the lord
Can't fuck with them rats and whores
I could make 5 bands and I'll still want more
Cloud 9 shit, I'm flying abroad
Am I frassed? I'm screaming of course!
Bad B came round for a talk, I know what she really warn do with that jaw
Might hit that bitch if I'm feeling bored
Or count them racks till my fingers sore
Won't stop till the kids on tour, till a cop a lambo and hear the engine roar
My young one's stuck up in the hood, ain't have a place to go
Got him a cutter, now he take it everywhere he go
I swear love it ain't a thing, with all these ratchet hoes
I do struggle fighting demons, I been facing ghosts
My young one's stuck up in the hood, ain't have a place to go
Got him a cutter, now he take it everywhere he go
I swear love it ain't a thing, with all these ratchet hoes
I do struggle fighting demons, I been facing ghosts