[V1]
A lotta sh** on my mental
Stressing maybe I got issues
YOu Live the trap life you move the pack right but this rap life what I'm into
Kicking Flows like a sensu
Sansei on my jensu
And the one I love can't love me so this microphone who I vent to
Me myself and this pencil R.I.P Papi we miss you
I remember when you said it was good here
Thinking back thought that be a good year
Now I'm moving packs thinkin bout gettin strapped cuz n***as wanna act like it's the hood here
Bang! I just stood there my whole world dropped and I stood there
Pick a card, pray you never pick a heart
When you playin in a game full of sharks paranoid n***a prolly think he was a nark
Grown man this ting right now
Loud pack yeah we blow that loud
I'm bout that you should know by now
Work a 9 to 5 tryna hold that down
And Why the f** I feel like the whole world on my shoulders
Everyday I'm gettin older I'm 19 n***a y'all ain't even know it
Called it a pipe dream now they wanna be the homie
sh** I learned life's a b**h sometimes
Still need a ho to s** my dick sometimes
Hustle make a n***a feel rich sometimes
Broke man ain't sh** sometimes
Money come with a risk sometimes
What you doin ain't it sometimes
And I got em like "damn tru"
Where that n***a learn to spit those rhymes?
How that n***a learn to get so fly
Man that n***a on his sh** no lie
Why that n***a on his sh** no lie
So maybe you love me love me love me x4
[V2]
I see you makin love to the mirror
I'm worried bout her curves shes so worried bout her n***a wish I could be with her
Maybe I should write a song bout you put you in my verse maybe put you in my verse
Cuz its Mrs camera phone Instagram that pic like is that camera on ?
Coming to the shows To see me rap a song
Well I promise, Girl This is that prom sh** that bomb sh**
See me ride wit the n***as I mob with, Getting money off of crime
Every hustler got a hustle get that money on time
Do it's like it's nothing what's a devil to a God
Steeping up another level on the rise Got that money on my mind
Ima soldier wear my pride, Work a 9-5 hustle on the side
Rap feeling like a job, On the clock all the time
Sittin in cla** takin notes writing rhymes
This yo shot better make it pop like you got a bomb
(So maybe you love me love me love me x4)