I never choose to rhyme slow
'Cause you know, and I know
Yo, I'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

You got me blue and lonely
Hail mary nigga, run quick see
And you know I love you baby

I was wondering maybe
And fuckers know my story
And now I pack the wesson

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, I'm done
I'm a g, and this is something you can't see
So lonely and cold, it's like something takes over me

Never fading, and I know
That the haters are forever waiting
For all the pedicures I've given
To their camel toes they bring

Whenever I got a rhyme and feel lonely
And I got a little big, keep it low key
And I know that you would love to be
That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money