Bittersweet

[Intro:]
Hol up
Trying to work, but this bitch bother me
Trying to work, but this bitch bother me

[Chorus:]
Trying to work, but this bitch bother me
Yea, she think she stopping me
Sometimes I be losing hope
Music really bittersweet
She bad, she like astrology
Need my racks yea, no apology
I think I hate them honestly
I hate these niggas honestly

[Verse 1:]
My own partner seen my racks
Then he tried to put me into sleep
Tried to take my ass to Mexico
Jus know I end the beef

I’m saying, "Bitch I’m getting geeked"
"Bitch I’m getting geeked"
My eyes been getting circles hold up
I ain't get no fuckin sleep

[Verse 2:]
Downtown 5AM, hold up
Demons roaming in the streets
Used to making plays, hold up
Roll another J, hold up

Tali getting paid, hold
We getting paid, hold up
Young nigga made
Made man, made gang

[Chorus:]
Trying to work, but this bitch bother me
Yea, she think she stopping me
Sometimes I be losing hope
Music really bittersweet
She bad, she like astrology
Need my racks yea, no apology
I think I hate them honestly
I hate these niggas honestly