[Verse 1: BTK] Strugglin' to get the budget fixed Tryna bounce Florida 'for the end of Summer Sixteen Teen with a dream to get cheese with the bread His hunger never leaves Bummer when he seems to suffer from diseases Since I got a buzz everybody seems to believe in Me, now they s**in' up, s**in' dick Betcha knees itch Love lickin' pink clit Clips in ya jeans but you'll never pack heat b**h Won't ever pull it out and bust Never never try to f** with us You ain't never bout the robbin' life Shut that p**y up, 'for we rob a life 2 bad hoes, you know you gotta dike Driven to the top, won't ever stop at lights [Hook: BTK] These problems I'm havin' won't go away I'll suffer my entire life before I pray Not countin' on anybody to help me It's my curse, I'll deal with it my way My way, my way, my way It's my curse I'll deal with it my way My way, my way, my way It's my curse I'll deal with it my way, yeah [Verse 2: BTK] Talkin' cash bout Bout A Dolla You ain't bout the change Come in with it loud Take em out the game 2 ways, better rearrange his face Lucky he don't get a bullet with his name k** em for the fame Pull it with no pain Get up in my way, comin' out the frame 6 years I been in it workin' to the bone In the house, but when I'm in the booth I'm really home Deep inside the music Man I swear they got my soul f** it Man take it Just gimme the money or give me gold Take away all of my misery Take away all of my hate And all of the days where Because of my social anxiety I never participated in anything Always divided me from it And all of those people kept talkin' Makin' a**umptions but f** it [Hook: BTK] x2