BLEED.

I'd fall asleep 'fore I say I could cuff her
Lord knows I don't sleep a lot in my covers
Put that drip on, rock a purse like no other
And if we cuddled, don't mean I'm your lover
Driven by lust, I can't stop for a woman
I got some gold so my chain look like urine
Can't put it on so I rather put silver
Rock it a lot so it may look familiar
Last time I cried was in January
To my therapist, that's like a sanctuary
I don't like being modest or honest, I flex
Man, that chain like my city, it's full of baguettes
Been in my bag so I can buy a new one
And I ain't stopping 'til God tells me "you won"
I make 'em bleed, it's sort of a passion
More of a need to show all my actions, yeah
Middle finger up to the ones that don't like it
The stu getting hot, man, my flow changed the climate
As soon as I write something new they gon' ride it
But don't give me credit, are they tryna hide it?
Walking alone and my phone don't even work
And I'll be damned if I ride in a hearse
And I'll be damned if I get on a shirt
Rapping on beats when my goal is to murk
Forget who you came with, huh
Flawlessly, I gotta lane-switch, huh
Rappers really not what they saying, huh
Talking all that talk, you better save it, huh
Saying they shooters but are they aiming?
Yeah, yeah
Rappers really not what they saying, huh
Talking all that talk, you better save it—
I'd fall asleep 'fore I say I could cuff her
Lord knows I don't sleep a lot in my covers
Put that drip on, rock a purse like no other
And if we cuddled, don't mean I'm your lover
Driven by lust, I can't stop for a woman
I got some gold so my chain look like urine
Can't put it on so I rather put silver
Rock it a lot so it may look familiar