When I'm Feeling Down

I don't cocaine rap I still wrap other shit
On a brick, gonna get a whip tint the fucking windows
Imma get a slime green lambo, and a fucking limo
See me out, never do shit, dodge me like its limbo

You don't get the lingo, prolly cause of my accent
5% tint diamond jewel rest in piece to Screw
Rest in piece to the old me cah he was a bitch
Now I'm on my fucking grind, tomorrow see me rich

Still in my prime, but my mind is older
Still working long hours but my neck is colder
Still doing the same shit but tomorrow might switch it
Cah I get too fucking bored with the same fucking bitches

I'm tired of the fake shit, tss you ain't my brother
Tell me that you loyal, but it's just another
Lie, tryna tell me, bros over hoes
I was there and you was uh, never ten toes

Down, like you promised but its calm I got my back
I'm the ace of spades in yo sleeve you got a jack
Of clubs -putting Runtz in my wood about a pack
My plug a white yute like my ash, never black

My heart tells me I'm down but I'm really bigger
Is it really right or wrong if I pull the trigger
White boy brown bitches say that I'm their fucking...
Nothing really even matters light a zoot with my clipper

21s like my blackjack shit, savage but I'm smart
No heart tell a bitch I love her we ain't going far
But you special, got a whole lotta bitches kinda funny
10 freaky girls don't numb my pain I use my money

Fuck school all they teach me is to get a degree
12 years feel like I'm locked, wanna be free
I been putting in the work and I got nothing back
Telling me to do my homework, rather flip a pack

I ain't capping when I say I did it all on my own
With a vision and a plan shot 'em both with a stone
I work harder everyday for the love of fucking ps
So I can finally buy my mumma a crib and hand her the keys

She deserves way more than CCs and designer
I wanna give her the fucking world and everyday remind her
Ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for my mumma
Always was a struggle but we finna get a comma

Ain't a runner but you see me jogging to the fucking bag
Put a gram in my zoot I ain't bunning on a fag
Jet lag when I land back on earth from my trip
Went quick thought I slipped but I kept my fucking grip

And I was up all night putting work in when they didn't
Soon imma make a milly let 'em know that I'm a winna
Get my bags and my bitch and my ap cuz I'm rich
Hoe suck my fucking dick, cuz u always sucked my dick

On my line I can't pick up, shit's on dnd
Brb bitch, I'm on my fucking spree
Like I'm Jason killing beats with a mask on trick
Or treat bitch, baguettes on my wrist

Diamonds on my fist, imma get it
Why am I gon' be rich? Cause I fucking said it
Most people looking at me thinking that I'm fucking dumb
Be the next ones on my dick when I make it number one

Who's gonna be there for me when I'm feeling down uh, yuh
When I'm feeling fucking down
I just wanna see your love
I ain't really tryna drown
Gotta keep my head high
So I never lose my crown, uh

I ain't really tryna drown
Gotta keep my head high
So I never lose my crown
I just wanna see your love
When I'm feeling fucking down
Who's gonna be there for me when I'm feeling down, uh