[Intro: Casey K]
I'm not hearing you, it's hard to see...
[Verse 1]
All of a sudden it's like she wanna hang out so much
I can't be getting all distracted with attention s*uts
I'm ADHD, and if you don't think I'm reaching for my dreams
You asleep like actually
And now I ain't your man so you understand
It's ironic how that sh** go hand-in-hand
Cause now I am surrounded by the famous
Singers, models, actresses, and entertainers
And now you jelly like KY
And I don't give a f** like it stay dry
Cause everything we did, and everything we've done
Was a chapter of a book that I burnt to keep warm
And now she got another rapper after her
Met him at a cypher and he wasn't half as talented
Lincoln Price a maniac and that's just how I'm acting
Like a battle rapper I could slap his a** and make an act of it
But now I'm way better off
Cause my Timbs pushing 7-Series pedals and I'm gone
But I know he know who your love with though
That's why he stood on stage and tried to diss me at a talent show
Not allowed to cuss, dumbed down without the radio
These poets f**ing posers like a mannequin for Zumeiz
Life's a f**ing journey and I'm loving every step
Cause I'm six-foot three and I got long legs, the f** you mean?
[Hook: Casey K]
You said that you'd always be there for me (FYM, FYM)
I tried so hard to give you what you need (FYM, the f** you mean?)
I'm not hearing you, it's hard to see (FYM, FYM)
Cause you said that you'd always be down for me (FYM, the f** you mean?)
[Verse 2]
Leather seats at the dealer, talking prices on a Bimmer
Loving life as a rhymer now forgetting every reason
And every time these nerds get the nerve
I'm that gator-skinned, last one with feelings hurt
f** being a rapper with a day job
Nine-to-five in the booth, that's a day's work
Imagination is expansive
My mind's a f**ing mansion I'm just living in my head
You should act different yo, her body was immaculate
I wouldn't give a f** if it was chained to a bed
Going through the changes cause it's part of trying to heal
Yo, I acted like a bag of f** fluid on the real
Reconnect the dots with the kids who had my back
But what's the point if you can't laugh? I mean
Occupation of an artist I'm just manifesting fantasies
So I'm making panties wet while I'm painting on the canvas
Yeah, now on some real man sh**
Lavish living ain't the reason that I'm rappin'
To make a woman feel special cause there ain't too many left
Yet it's best if I keep it one hundred with you, B
Swimming through the deep end, plenty fish in the sea
What you thought it was, a get rich quick scheme?
Asking me what I could earn with this degree
Rocking hoodies that got for free, the f** you mean?
[Hook]