i've been thinking 'bout my ex
last week she was wishing me the best
you just hit me in the chest
you love me in your vid then you hate me in a text? damn
i'm sorry that you act fake when you're on the gram
'cause i guess you heard the album now you're falling back
but there's nothing you can do. i'ma drop the tracks
even if you dying on the stretcher from a cardiac
put this motherfucker in a bodybag
you been lying to a polygraph
if you love he then i can show you that the god is back
got his back marked with a bullet if he's talking back
call me back. open up your lips if you wanna scrap
put the pen in her appendix and i'll leave a fucking autograph
i know you probably hate what your son has said
but i gotta deal with all of this drama that these women bringing to me so i'll spit until i'm dead
i'm just sick of all these people who been fake in my life
all my homies did me wrong now i'm making it right
i'm taking their life to take the advice of myself
'cause i'm never gonna place the fakes on my shelf
way back when i had no friends
you just seen my hurt and you walked right in
telling me that you were there 'til the very very end
but every time i'm in the dark you never cared for me
but when you needed something you was there for me
now i got my guard up carefully picking everybody that i want around me
saying bad things when she talk about me
you ain't walk in my feet
you don't see my struggle
'cause when i sit and think all this evil divides
i see through the lies while you still believing it blind
but my plates been filled
i'm about to lose my appetite
i been following my dreams like an acolyte
ain't no telling what'll happen when i grab the mic bitch
'cause i'm out the fucking world like a satellite
sacrifice everything i had for the vision in my head
i'ma make this shit clear
manifest dreams 'til they happening for real
i'ma turn my fucking hobby to career
i ain't stopping over fear
i ain't walking til it's clear
fuck running with the scissors
i been jogging with a spear
i'm the target of the year
so i'm sipping on the henny 'til i'm bottling my tears
shit i'm nodding off a beer
sick of talking 'bout my fears
y'all ain't following your dreams
you're just following your peers
tryna fit into the clique
so you're popular this year
but that shit never lasts
they'll unfollow in a year
maybe i should go and get in drugs
put a couple tats on my face just to get some love
maybe i should go and get a gun
maybe i should go and hang with thugs
run away and hide the gloves
label said they wouldn't ever touch me 'til i get a buzz
now they wanna pass the kid a bill like the senate does
that i had on you and i'd drop on a track
with rumors you're spreading and leaking my past
but now you acting hopeless
you was talking to your ex on some hoe shit
hiding from your fans all the drugs you been smoking
wait until i drop broken"