What it do? Where you been? Why you coming back?
Like is it true? is it dead? is it done at last?
Im in the tomb, in the pen, I cannot attach
Like all my feelings on the fence, back and forth with that
Like run it up, make it flip do whatever fast
Like fuck a diss I dismiss any other man,
I made it mix with the up, so I'm downing that
Got no doubts, give no fucks, know im outa that
I don't want no bitch, get a grip, you aint nothing special
Want no assist all alone, just me and my pedal
I press it quick, hit the floor and I double deck em'
I got too many, you too petty, im another level
I feel too friendly, I forgive em'
So they tryna' step
I don't want no Bentley or a Benz
I just need a friend
You run my head, please don't offend me
I been dead to them
This life been messy, off this ten piece im a better man
Better man, yeah
