Hey, in case nobody's asked you this today, are you okay
Are you really fine
I mean, you know it's okay if you feel a little lost sometimes
It's alright that you don't want to smile
You don't need to explain bad moments the way we all get them
And get through them
Don't forget that even the darkest clouds have the sun shining on the other side
So give it time, and you will be fine
Eventually
Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Night shift
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Night shift
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Bitch, fuck you, you not hitting this blunt
Big Ksubi jeans, yeah I like the big stunts
Say she want to, but you can't have this one
Said she gotta man, I don't really give a fuck
What you know about losing money, then you gotta get it back
You was looking for a late text, and I was out here breaking her back
Like, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
On some different type of shit, y'all can't reach me
Yeah, bitch, I'm out of space, feeling like I'm ET
Yeah, I won't open up to you, I don't got the key
Yeah, I already hit the hoe, bitch, go unfollow me
Only fuck on foreign hoes, know the girl from overseas
Never could go trip about a bitch, you already know me
Yeah, you know me
Balling out for real, come in clutch just like I'm Kobe
I'm onstage, little bitch, you in the nosebleeds
You ain't gotta go and tell your man, keep it low-key
Super villain, super evil bitch, just like Loki
Yeah, evil living, you know I don't give a fuck
Heard she gotta new man, but she still hit me up
Late night, you be texting her while I'm up in the guts
Luxury living, I copped a chain, that shit won't rust
Tennis chains and golden rings, so that bitch know I'm up
I love money, count my paper, counting big ones
Every time I'm making music, find a new sound
Cold as fuck we really next up in this damn town
He's on Sheridan Step 4 and 2093
Going there first
Got it
Get that, I'm making a fight call on uh Howard
I got the one the other side, full patrol, 75-19 on point
Okay, keep the work on, then I got over, have something
Oh, oh, gravity falls, it is good to be back
The names Bil..
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, oh, oh
Yeah, this swag that I'm rocking Balenciaga
She gon' act like a fan now
Yeah, and most of the shit in my closet you won't find in a mall, na
Yeah, I'll go flex up on that hoe, yeah, dripping designer
Tell your friends that you hate me, but bitch will still hit me tomorrow
Fighting to the last breath that I breathe, bitch, I'm a survivor
Rock an all black fit, yeah, perfect attire
Fuck you till you out of breath
Fuck you till you tired
Crazy life I live
That can't relate to my lifestyle
Sociopath, bitch, you a liar
Don't give fucks about your new man, little bitch, you know I'm flyer
I got real deal bands on God, I could put that on the Bible
I had hoes up on they knees, pray to me like a Messiah
Little bitch, I'm not your savior
Cut off your wings, ain't no angel
Look in my eyes if you tell me you love me, because I still lie through the hazel
Yeah, and she's telling me, baby, baby
You know that I love you crazy
You really is so amazing
Like what
I was just trying to keep it a buck with you
Little bitch, I was never in love with you
I'm balling now, I ain't got room for two
But hit me up if you need something to do
Too wavy, I'm living too different
If we fucking, fuck you out your issues
I'm the problem, but I won't admit it
It's me over you, I'm too litty
Three fingers O'Dell in that kitty
Yeah, and I'm speaking real shit nowadays
Got a hoe mad next to me you laid
But you know I had to smile through the pain
Fuck it, I was balling out in the rain
Texting with bad bitches every day
Playing all these hoes like a game
I'm hurting cause old bitches did the same
When you walk around hearing my name in the distance
She hate to admit it, but she listen
Go and talk your shit, but I already hit it
Pussy bitch, you really out here sinning
Yeah
Let me get a moment of clarity
And just for my lifestyle, marry me
I'm pissed off, bitch is you hearing me
Yeah, this swag that I'm rocking Balenciaga
She gon' act like a fan now
Yeah, and most of the shit in my closet you can't find in a mall, na
Yeah, I'll go flex up on that hoe, yeah, dripping designer
Tell your friends that you hate me, but bitch will still hit me tomorrow
Crazy life I live
That can't relate to my lifestyle
