Why u so cold?
(Benji why you so?)
Yeah, Yeah they wanna know
Why I'm so fucking icy
Yeah, but I know if I blow up one day
They won't like me
And I know all my day ones yeah they my fans
Yeah, and I know when that shit happen
Im gone bring my friends up with me
Yeah, and I know I ain't gone leave you
At the bottom if you fucking wit' me
But if you ain't fucking with us
Then we'll cut you off that easily
And I know me and my twin we tryna'
Make this happen weekly
Yeah waking up everyday, watching the
Commas' come in as they play
Yeah, cause we rakin' in all of them streams
Workin' around the clock serving them fiends
Waking up looking at all of my dreams
Yeah look at the haters they plottin' and schemin'
I got the money on me
Fuck around play with my feelings I leave
You out there with them demons
I'm a rockstar lil' bitch, yeah i'm poppin' percs'
Yeah bitch i'm dreamin'
Last week bought a Louie Bag
Next week I bought some gallery sweats
I don't give a fuck what I spend it on
Cause I know that it's gonna' come back
It'll either come back in the next trap or the one after that
Yeah making my racks
Walking in to the spot and I know imma' walk out right back
Too much time on my hands
I need something to connect with my fans
I need someone to set me up a show
I just need to get right up out my home
Yeah I don't wanna' do this shit on the low
I wanna' get out and live on my own
I wanna travel from city to city
Doing this shit made me feel like P. Diddy
I want my net worth to say i'm a milli'
So imma' get up and get me a Mille
I'm talking bout' a Richard Mille Plain
Watch what you say for I catch a stain
If you come around here it won't be the same
Lemme' show you how we gonna' handle lames
(How the fuck we deal with lames)
(Yeah)
Don't want my life to be so lame (Yeah)
I want a little spice in that shit, get it
Cooking now we crushing mane'
Had to hire a maid, got codeine on my shirt
Don't know if I'll' ever be the same, know it won't work (Oh, oh, oh)
I'm really tryna' figure out what it is that I want
I know I don't wanna' be stuck in this place no more (Nah, no more)
Know I wanna' be out, city to city on tour (City to city on tour)
(Ah)
Just tryna' figure out my life (Yeah, let's go)
One day imma' wake up maybe not (Maybe I won't wake up)
But all I can do is pray (Yeah all I can do is pray)
Cause I know one day nothing will be the same
Yeah, Yeah they wanna know
Why I'm so fucking icy
Yeah, but I know if I blow up one day
They won't like me
And I know all my day ones yeah they my fans
Yeah, and I know when that shit happen
Im gone bring my friends up with me
Yeah, and I know I ain't gone leave you
At the bottom if you fucking wit' me
But if you ain't fucking with us
Then we'll cut you off that easily
And I know me and my twin we tryna'
Make this happen weekly
Yeah waking up everyday, watching the
Commas' come in as they play
Yeah, cause we rakin' in all of them streams
Workin' around the clock serving them fiends
Waking up looking at all of my dreams
Yeah look at the haters they plottin' and schemin'
I got the money on me
Fuck around play with my feelings I leave
You out there with them demons
I'm a rockstar lil' bitch, yeah i'm poppin' percs'
Yeah bitch i'm dreamin'
Last week bought a Louie Bag
Next week I bought some gallery sweats
I don't give a fuck what I spend it on
Cause I know that it's gonna' come back
It'll either come back in the next trap or the one after that
Yeah making my racks
Walking in to the spot and I know imma' walk out right back
Too much time on my hands
I need something to connect with my fans
I need someone to set me up a show
I just need to get right up out my home
Yeah I don't wanna' do this shit on the low
I wanna' get out and live on my own
I wanna travel from city to city
Doing this shit made me feel like P. Diddy
I want my net worth to say i'm a milli'
So imma' get up and get me a Mille
I'm talking bout' a Richard Mille Plain
Watch what you say for I catch a stain
If you come around here it won't be the same
Lemme' show you how we gonna' handle lames
(How the fuck we deal with lames)
(Yeah)
Don't want my life to be so lame (Yeah)
I want a little spice in that shit, get it
Cooking now we crushing mane'
Had to hire a maid, got codeine on my shirt
Don't know if I'll' ever be the same, know it won't work (Oh, oh, oh)
I'm really tryna' figure out what it is that I want
I know I don't wanna' be stuck in this place no more (Nah, no more)
Know I wanna' be out, city to city on tour (City to city on tour)
(Ah)
Just tryna' figure out my life (Yeah, let's go)
One day imma' wake up maybe not (Maybe I won't wake up)
But all I can do is pray (Yeah all I can do is pray)
Cause I know one day nothing will be the same
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