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