Uh
Uh-uh, uh (Blatt)
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh (Uh)
Uh-uh, uh (Uh)
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh
Yeah, not livin' enough, ayy
This blunt, I'm takin' a puff, ayy
I'm startin' to feel like it's us, ayy
No trust, so do as you must (Yeah), for real
Don't know when I stay out of town
I get dough when I stay out of town
Five hundred chops, I got five hundred rounds
Five hundred plots, I got five hundred pounds, yeah
I'm trustin' nothin' I'm told, honestly
I'm trustin' half what I'm shown
I don't pop out, but it's each to they own
My bitch, she hate when I be on my phone
Think she forgot, I got me on my phone
Not safe for me to forget that I'm known
Argue 'bout bullshit, know that you grown
Don't know the only reason I condone it
I know how it works, I know you a flirt
She send me the flick, tagged not safe for work
Don't get your feelings hurt while tryna lurk
My bitch want Chanel, then shit, grab a purse (Damn)
She told me she bad, I say: You could do worse
I'm born to be blessed, I live with a curse
When shit is a mess, I'm rollin' up first
I smoke on my blunt, then I hit the church
'Cause nobody get where you comin' from
You know how it get when you goin' numb
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Dealin' with bullshit, out of love
My life a story, it's not a punch-in
My life a party, it's not a function
I never needed no introduction
Know I'm a star, I'm still adjustin' (Yeah)
And I can't go out like that
You know that's why I'm clutchin'
And I see it, why they overreact
But all this shit ain't nothin'
Told me you gon' send the bread you owe me
Talkin' like you got an option
She said: It's like you don't know you a star
I tell her that I'm still adjustin' (Uh-huh)
Yeah, not livin' enough, ayy
This blunt, I'm takin' a puff, ayy
I'm startin' to feel like it's us, ayy
No trust, so do as you must, for real
Don't know when I stay out of town (For real)
I get dough when I stay out of town
Five hundred chops, I got five hundred rounds
Five hundred plots, I got five hundred pounds, yeah
I'm trustin' nothin' I'm told, honestly
I'm trustin' half what I'm shown
I don't pop out, but it's each to they own
My bitch, she hate when I be on my phone (Damn)
Think she forgot, I got me on my phone
Not safe for me to forget that I'm known
Argue 'bout bullshit, know that you grown
Don't know the only reason I condone it
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh
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