I feel hopeless, bout to sell my soul
I crack the pre rolls open, and I take one whole
I’m unstable sometimes I cry
On the car ride home
Feel hatred in my own damn city
Wish I could call it home
With DJ chill this shit get litty
Pop a pill he fuck the city, up
Like why not have some fun
Ur bitch riding like giddy up
And you know Liv the one
Cuz ur bitch just can’t give me up
I need a pick me up
And I need to pick me up
I need to pick me up
Off my fucking ass now
I’m boutta go crazy
And have a fucking blast now
Everybody laughs, but one day they gon ask how
And they say where you get ur money I’m a cash cow
We get to cash now
We get to cash out
We get to cash now
We get to cash out