Got no friends, got no fam
Where the f*cks a helping hand
I am lost, got no sauce
How do I become a boss
This my life, do or die
Wait, who the f*ck am I
Who the f*ck am I
The place I was in last year
Yeah, I'm still up in that spot
I thought my album that grew there
Was about to make me pop
But I thought wrong, f*ck so wrong
Now I'm a has been gone broke
Thought I was big strong with that big talk
I turned me into a joke
Aye, where do I go now from here
Been chasing my dream for so long
I've shot in the dark for years
And all I've gotten is fear
Fear they are right
Fear that I'm done
Fear that this pipe
Don't got no more songs
I think I just might
Shut it all off
Thought when I dropped out
By this time now
I'd have a drop-top with red seating
But I have a big bro who trust a hoe
Lying, saying I was on her, beating
Between her & I, guess my word wasn't worth believing
All because he craves a bitch who ain't got no cleavage
Got no friends, got no fam
Where the f*cks a helping hand
I am lost, got no sauce
How do I become a boss
This my life, do or die
Wait, who the f*ck am I
Who the f*ck am I
A lonely guy who wastes all his time
Up in the gym to hide
I don't hesitate to add on weight
But I do choke on the mic
I'm lost
I don't know which road to take
I don't know which hoe to blame
All my songs do sound the same
Gave myself that covid fame
They see me, they mask up on sight
They avoid me all day & the night
I'm forbidden to touch the inside
They'll shoot to make sure I die
But I'm still alive
I don't know why
I've been close up with death
Like dozens of times
(But how many times?)
The number's too high
FUCK YOUR image
CORNY gimmicks
YOU TREAT THE game
LIKE A scrimmage
I'm sick of these f*ckers
Man f*ck you f*ckers
You f*ck up my mood
Really hate these f*ckers
Wannabe big trap boy lil f*ckers
Always gotta strap too tucked lil f*ckers
Athlete how they run the street lil f*ckers
Got racks but none to give to they mothers
Got no friends, got no fam
Where the f*cks a helping hand
I am lost, got no sauce
How do I become a boss
This my life, do or die
Wait, who the f*ck am I
Who the f*ck am I
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Got no friends, got no fam
Where the f*cks a helping hand
I am lost, got no sauce
How do I become a boss
This my life, do or die
Wait, who the f*ck am I
Who the f*ck am I
The place I was in last year
Yeah, I'm still up in that spot
I thought my album that grew there
Was about to make me pop
But I thought wrong, f*ck so wrong
Now I'm a has been gone broke
Thought I was big strong with that big talk
I turned me into a joke
Aye, where do I go now from here
Been chasing my dream for so long
I've shot in the dark for years
And all I've gotten is fear
Fear they are right
Fear that I'm done
Fear that this pipe
Don't got no more songs
I think I just might
Shut it all off
Thought when I dropped out
By this time now
I'd have a drop-top with red seating
But I have a big bro who trust a hoe
Lying, saying I was on her, beating
Between her & I, guess my word wasn't worth believing
All because he craves a bitch who ain't got no cleavage
Got no friends, got no fam
Where the f*cks a helping hand
I am lost, got no sauce
How do I become a boss
This my life, do or die
Wait, who the f*ck am I
Who the f*ck am I
A lonely guy who wastes all his time
Up in the gym to hide
I don't hesitate to add on weight
But I do choke on the mic
I'm lost
I don't know which road to take
I don't know which hoe to blame
All my songs do sound the same
Gave myself that covid fame
They see me, they mask up on sight
They avoid me all day & the night
I'm forbidden to touch the inside
They'll shoot to make sure I die
But I'm still alive
I don't know why
I've been close up with death
Like dozens of times
(But how many times?)
The number's too high
FUCK YOUR image
CORNY gimmicks
YOU TREAT THE game
LIKE A scrimmage
I'm sick of these f*ckers
Man f*ck you f*ckers
You f*ck up my mood
Really hate these f*ckers
Wannabe big trap boy lil f*ckers
Always gotta strap too tucked lil f*ckers
Athlete how they run the street lil f*ckers
Got racks but none to give to they mothers
Got no friends, got no fam
Where the f*cks a helping hand
I am lost, got no sauce
How do I become a boss
This my life, do or die
Wait, who the f*ck am I
Who the f*ck am I
Where the f*cks a helping hand
I am lost, got no sauce
How do I become a boss
This my life, do or die
Wait, who the f*ck am I
Who the f*ck am I
The place I was in last year
Yeah, I'm still up in that spot
I thought my album that grew there
Was about to make me pop
But I thought wrong, f*ck so wrong
Now I'm a has been gone broke
Thought I was big strong with that big talk
I turned me into a joke
Aye, where do I go now from here
Been chasing my dream for so long
I've shot in the dark for years
And all I've gotten is fear
Fear they are right
Fear that I'm done
Fear that this pipe
Don't got no more songs
I think I just might
Shut it all off
Thought when I dropped out
By this time now
I'd have a drop-top with red seating
But I have a big bro who trust a hoe
Lying, saying I was on her, beating
Between her & I, guess my word wasn't worth believing
All because he craves a bitch who ain't got no cleavage
Got no friends, got no fam
Where the f*cks a helping hand
I am lost, got no sauce
How do I become a boss
This my life, do or die
Wait, who the f*ck am I
Who the f*ck am I
A lonely guy who wastes all his time
Up in the gym to hide
I don't hesitate to add on weight
But I do choke on the mic
I'm lost
I don't know which road to take
I don't know which hoe to blame
All my songs do sound the same
Gave myself that covid fame
They see me, they mask up on sight
They avoid me all day & the night
I'm forbidden to touch the inside
They'll shoot to make sure I die
But I'm still alive
I don't know why
I've been close up with death
Like dozens of times
(But how many times?)
The number's too high
FUCK YOUR image
CORNY gimmicks
YOU TREAT THE game
LIKE A scrimmage
I'm sick of these f*ckers
Man f*ck you f*ckers
You f*ck up my mood
Really hate these f*ckers
Wannabe big trap boy lil f*ckers
Always gotta strap too tucked lil f*ckers
Athlete how they run the street lil f*ckers
Got racks but none to give to they mothers
Got no friends, got no fam
Where the f*cks a helping hand
I am lost, got no sauce
How do I become a boss
This my life, do or die
Wait, who the f*ck am I
Who the f*ck am I
Writer: Thomas Lopez
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