Lord help me out Save my soul
Need to find a new route
I don't even hear what other niggas talking about
Call me a hipster as long as you're a listener
Label me what you like
I'm close to my victory
Dozed in the fight
When I open my eyes somehow seeing night
Beyond trying to see what being rich feel like
Six-figure checks, for my mom for peace
Everybody wants to stick on me like leech Take my blood
Give fake love
'Till I turn them down
I'm the one that who changed...bro..?
that's why I don't call 'cause when I was starving
You wasn't at all...around
Now I gotta shut shit down
Be a man pick friends all selective now
you're cool, you're cool, fuck you
And to the bitch that's on ya fuck you too