I told 100 times I don't fu*k with sh*t
I told 100 times I don't vibe with fake b*tch
How many messages left you and you weren't home
I use to put your number on my dial call
Why the fu*k you gave me false
I loved you fo real no joke
You said you gon love me for ever but you left me when I broke
We keep arguing all day you left me no choice
So I'm hit the club pull up with my boys
Now you want me back cuz I'm the goat
I had to see you cry cuz we born for the pain
A lot of my homies die we born for the fame
Everything is fu*kеd up but I still feel blessed
My haters wanna see mе dead
Pen paper writing rhymes like I have a test or maybe I'm getting tested
Ups and downs life getting twisted
4 years I haven't seen my fam ah
Still, nobody give a damn
I told 100 times I don't fu*k with sh*t
I told 100 times I don't vibe with fake b*tch