16
Fighting through all my issues
You don't know what i've been through
Yeah it's fucked up how I used to miss you
Hennessy, just to forget you
Really thought that I'd stay riding with you
But it's feeling like you ain't the same as you was
At this point
I don't really give a fuck
Head down on his desk, hood up
In the studio, he's tryna cook up
When you run it up that's when they playing dirty
That's why a Rari got 2 seats but you hop in a bus, it got 30
Moving on the low, moving solo
I'm killing this shit with no mercy
Doubted me, I got em mad now
Fired up, there ain't a chance imma back down
She see the sauce, got me pulling her tracks out
We coming up cause we got through the last down
Shorty a freak and she like when I act out
She wanna fuck in the trap house
Bronem got busy, new tac now
They see a youngin balling, he a cash cow
Bitches react now
16 And I'm up in my bag now
15, I left crowds in the background
Small circle, don't be looking for handouts
Since a jit, I was destined to stand out
I feel the pressure, tension on my mind
I got ambitions to get in my prime
Straight to buisness, never wasting no time
I'm meant for this greatness, I'm one of a kind
I'm tryna ball out like Kyrie
I remember when these bitches ain't like me
Now they tryna kick it with my like Nike
Now it's my time boutta shine up at light speed
Hes tryna drown out in diamonds and riches
But deep down still feels numb
And he knows that he ain't the age he was
But feels that young
So now he's acting like a punk
He's acting stuck up
Fighting through stress, getting fucked up
All on his own til the sun come up
Felt like his love's up and his trust's up
So he put that pain in the drugs
Fighting through all my issues
You don't know what i've been through
Yeah it's fucked up how I used to miss you
Hennessy, just to forget you
Really thought that I'd stay riding with you
But it's feeling like you ain't the same as you was
At this point I don't really give a fuck
Head down on his desk, hood up
In the studio, he's tryna cook up
When you run it up that's when they playing dirty
That's why a Rari got 2 seats but you hop in a bus, it got 30
Moving on the low, moving solo
I'm killing this shit with no mercy
Doubted me, I got em mad now
Fired up, there ain't a chance imma back down
She see the sauce, got me pulling her tracks out
We coming up cause we got through the last down
You don't know what i've been through
Yeah it's fucked up how I used to miss you
Hennessy, just to forget you
Really thought that I'd stay riding with you
But it's feeling like you ain't the same as you was
At this point
I don't really give a fuck
Head down on his desk, hood up
In the studio, he's tryna cook up
When you run it up that's when they playing dirty
That's why a Rari got 2 seats but you hop in a bus, it got 30
Moving on the low, moving solo
I'm killing this shit with no mercy
Doubted me, I got em mad now
Fired up, there ain't a chance imma back down
She see the sauce, got me pulling her tracks out
We coming up cause we got through the last down
Shorty a freak and she like when I act out
She wanna fuck in the trap house
Bronem got busy, new tac now
They see a youngin balling, he a cash cow
Bitches react now
16 And I'm up in my bag now
15, I left crowds in the background
Small circle, don't be looking for handouts
Since a jit, I was destined to stand out
I feel the pressure, tension on my mind
I got ambitions to get in my prime
Straight to buisness, never wasting no time
I'm meant for this greatness, I'm one of a kind
I'm tryna ball out like Kyrie
I remember when these bitches ain't like me
Now they tryna kick it with my like Nike
Now it's my time boutta shine up at light speed
Hes tryna drown out in diamonds and riches
But deep down still feels numb
And he knows that he ain't the age he was
But feels that young
So now he's acting like a punk
He's acting stuck up
Fighting through stress, getting fucked up
All on his own til the sun come up
Felt like his love's up and his trust's up
So he put that pain in the drugs
Fighting through all my issues
You don't know what i've been through
Yeah it's fucked up how I used to miss you
Hennessy, just to forget you
Really thought that I'd stay riding with you
But it's feeling like you ain't the same as you was
At this point I don't really give a fuck
Head down on his desk, hood up
In the studio, he's tryna cook up
When you run it up that's when they playing dirty
That's why a Rari got 2 seats but you hop in a bus, it got 30
Moving on the low, moving solo
I'm killing this shit with no mercy
Doubted me, I got em mad now
Fired up, there ain't a chance imma back down
She see the sauce, got me pulling her tracks out
We coming up cause we got through the last down
Credits
Writer(s): Yx Distora
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