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When you pop up in my head, I feel alone
I got a thing for prescriptions, I'm in my zone
Oh, for sure (JabariOnTheBeat)
Lil' baby, I thought you knew I was a rockstar
I sing melodies, don't confuse me for a pop star
I tote Glocks and break hearts, the top shotta
I pour a eighth of that ooh-ah, I'm dripping Wockhardt
And when you pop up in my head, I feel alone
I got a thing for prescriptions, I'm in my zone
Can't trust a soul, I keep my feelings on the low
My heart match wit' my wrist, that boy so cold
Oh, for sure
When you pop up in my head, I feel so lonely
And we ain't gon' talk about the favors niggas owe me
I feel like 2KBaby, I miss the old streets
Mama miss the old me, man, I miss my dead niggas
My brother down for a body, he in the feds with it
We catch you lacking, no mercy, we let that lead hit him
I gotta slow down on these Percs, it got my head spinning
We came a long way from the dirt, now we some breadwinners
Shitted on them niggas and b*****s who ain't believe me
I was deep inside of them trenches and they ain't feed me
Tried to break my heart, oops, baby, it ain't that easy
**** her in a figure-four, pass her to Dubaleez
Heavy on the sleazy, tell me what that be 'bout
Hardheaded young nigga, went and took the street route
Got it out the mud, real nigga, I don't need clout
I seen a nigga lose his life, I watched him bleed out
I'm heartless, I don't need love
I get a different type of high, but I don't need drugs
She got a different kind of vibe, I think I need her
But I can't let her play me first, so I gotta leave her, so I gotta leave her
That's how my mind work
'Cause I done spend too many times hurt, uh (Too many times hurt)
That's how my mind work
'Cause I done spent too many—
Lil' baby, I thought you knew I was a rockstar
I sing melodies, don't confuse me for a pop star
I tote Glocks and break hearts, the top shotta
I pour a eighth of that ooh-ah, I'm dripping Wockhardt
And when you pop up in my head, I feel alone
I got a thing for prescriptions, I'm in my zone
Can't trust a soul, I keep my feelings on the low
My heart match wit' my wrist, that boy so cold (Get money)
Oh, for sure (Like, look, uh)
I take a yerky when I'm deep in my thoughts (Deep in my thoughts)
Reminiscing 'bout the days on the porch, like, look
Lil' body, I don't show no remorse
You can't bluff, I'ma tell you to toss it, like, look (What?)
I remember chasing b*****s, now they chasing me (Now they chasing me)
I left school and caught a F, was getting A's and B's (A's and B's)
Since young, niggas knew not to play with me
DWade, Lebron James (Look), niggas know I bring the heat
And niggas know I bring the chop wherever (You know I bring the chop wherever)
I tell them niggas, "We don't talk, we just apply the pressure"
We run up on 'em, guns up on 'em, we'll pop whoever (Pop whoever)
And if it's all about the money, she'll line whoever (She'll what?)
Yeah, she'll line whoever
Nigga, we ain't politicking with no broke boys (With no broke boys)
When it's raining, back the 'brella out the Rolls-Royce
That nigga p***y in my city, he make no noise
You disrespect me, then you dead, you left no choice
I guess they saying I'm the voice now (I'm the voice now)
Been in my feelings, so it's hard to put the Percs down (Put the Percs down)
Been sending bullets like I'm tryna get a first down
She said she loved me, then she left, I guess it hurt now, I guess it hurt now
I put my pain in my verse now
She said, "What happened to that drill sound?"
So I'm guessing you don't drill now
Lil' baby, I thought you knew I was a rockstar
I sing melodies, don't confuse me for a pop star
I tote Glocks and break hearts, the top shotta
I pour a eighth of that ooh-ah, I'm dripping Wockhardt
And when you pop up in my head, I feel alone
I got a thing for prescriptions, I'm in my zone
Can't trust a soul, I keep my feelings on the low
My heart match wit' my wrist, that boy so cold
Oh, for sure
Rockstar
I sing melodies, don't confuse me for a pop star
I tote Glocks and break hearts, the top shotta
I pour a eighth of that ooh-ah, I'm dripping Wockhardt
And when you pop up in my head, I feel alone
I got a thing for prescriptions, I'm in my zone
Can't trust a soul, I keep my feelings on the low
My heart match wit' my wrist, that boy so cold
Oh, for sure
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