| This blunt, I’m takin' a puff |
| Was startin' to feel like it’s us |
| No trust, so do as you must (Yeah), for real |
| Don’t know when I stay out of town |
| I get dough when I stay out of town |
| 500 chops, I got 500 rounds |
| 500 plots, I got 500 pounds, yeah |
| I’m trustin' nothin' I’m told, honestly |
| I’m trustin' half what I’m shown |
| I don’t pop out, but it’s each to they own |
| My bitch, she hate when I be on my phone |
| Think she forgot, I got me on my phone |
| Not safe for me to forget that I’m known |
| Argue 'bout bullshit, you know that you grown |
| I don’t know, the only reason I condone it |
| I know how it works, I know you a flirt |
| She send me the flick, tagged not safe for work |
| Don’t get your feelings hurt while tryna lurk |
| My bitch want Chanel, then shit, grab a purse |
| She told me she bad, I say, «You could do worse» |
| I’m born to be blessed, I live with a curse |
| When shit is a mess, I’m rollin' up first |
| I smoked on my blunt, then I hit the church |
| 'Cause nobody get where you comin' from |
| You know how it get when you goin' numb |
| You know what we on, matter how you judged |
| Dealin' with bullshit, out of love |
| My life a story, it’s not a punch-in |
| My life a party, it’s not a function |
| I never needed no introduction |
| Know I’m a star, I’m still adjusting |
| And I can’t go out like that |
| You know that’s why I’m clutchin' |
| And I see it why they overreact |
| But all this shit ain’t nothin' |
| Told me you gon' send the bread you owe me |
| Talkin' like you got an option |
| She said, «It's like you don’t know you a star» |
| I tell her that I’m still adjusting |
| Yeah, not livin' enough (Ayy) |
| This blunt, I’m takin' a puff |
| Was startin' to feel like it’s us |
| No trust, so do as you must (Yeah), for real |
| Don’t know when I stay out of town |
| I get dough when I stay out of town |
| 500 chops, I got 500 rounds |
| 500 plots, I got 500 pounds, yeah |
| I’m trustin' nothin' I’m told, honestly |
| I’m trustin' half what I’m shown |
| I don’t pop out, but it’s each to they own |
| My bitch, she hate when I be on my phone |
| Think she forgot, I got me on my phone |
| Not safe for me to forget that I’m known |
| Argue 'bout bullshit, you know that you grown |
| I don’t know, the only reason I condone it (Yeah, yeah) |
| Uh-uh, uh |
| Uh-uh, uh |
| Uh-uh, uh |
| Uh-uh, uh |
| Uh-uh, uh |
| Uh-uh, uh |
| Uh-uh |
| Uh-uh, uh |