| I’ve been |
| I don’t even know when I’m doin' good |
| You go, you leave if you want to |
| Misguide me usin' your body (Ooh) |
| You know I’m lovin' you (What you feelin' like?) |
| What that do? |
| I wan' see you, I’m like I wanna see you too |
| Bought Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too |
| I’m a shotta, millions of dollars, how you get me glued to you? |
| Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue |
| Beggin' me to say the truth, I can’t explain without no proof |
| So much shit I had to face, I’m up to date, I made it through |
| He dirty, worked him with that K 'cause he got paid that’s so cool |
| My mind feel chained, heart up in flames |
| Soul full of pain, along the way, a lonely go |
| Chris is the chain, got the crowd sayin' my name |
| There’s a new Maybach truck over there ten times I ain’t drove, I’m sold |
| That’s my childhood friend named named Mel on the phone |
| Right now he fucked up tellin' me to hold it down |
| I’m all alone, he got a disease inside his body, I’m tryna pay for to get it |
| gone |
| I’m never sleep when he asleep, soon as he call, pick up the phone |
| Life sticked me deep inside the streets, duckin' bullets, runnin' home |
| Long range shots fired, I learned to return with my first chrome |
| You knockin' on my window, Mel, I miss granddaddy home |
| She ain’t stick with me on the come-up, but now she with me that I’m on |
| You go, you leave if you want to |
| Misguide me usin' your body |
| You got me, oh |
| You know I’m lovin' you (What you feelin' like?) |
| What that do? |
| I wan' see you, I’m like I wanna see you too |
| Bought Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too |
| I’m a shotta, millions of dollars, how you get me glued to you? |
| Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue |
| Beggin' me to say the truth, I can’t explain without no proof |
| Sporsinator, terminator, swing with the God, come out the roof |
| I bleed the block, I be the truth, am who I’m not 'til my shit blue |
| Is who I’m are, I’m not who they say I’m is, I’m this way until the day I’m |
| killed |
| Tryna save up thirty dollars to thirty mil', oh, yeah, my God real |
| I ain’t had my rod, they wet up my whole car, duck from a line of steel |
| This ain’t no façade, as a child, I had it hard, as a man, I shed tears |
| In my daughter eyes, I see her future, fell out of love, now I beef with Cupid |
| She don’t know how to love, she think I’m stupid (Nah, for real), bitch |
| This my girl, what I say, she do it, with a girl who I met out when tourin' |
| Skippin' school, gotta run from truant, victim to the streets, he murder shit |
| He took off, tried to run, I had a clear shot where the hurdle went |
| Tried diggin' from that Altima, he heard that thirty spit |
| Fell in love with her in middle school, but my nigga took the bitch |
| She wanna go, we tear apart, she ain’t cut for this |
| You go, you leave if you want to |
| Misguide me usin' your body |
| You got me, oh |
| You know I’m lovin' you (What you feelin' like?) |
| What that do? |
| I wan' see you, I’m like I wanna see you too |
| Bought Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too |
| I’m a shotta, millions of dollars, how you get me glued to you? |
| Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue |
| Beggin' me to say the truth, I can’t explain without no proof |
| I can’t explain without no proof |
| Can’t do no controllin' you |