I_WEEP_B4_I_MAKE_ART

[Intro]
Numb promises
I love you, Balmain

[Verse 1]
[?], see yo contract
And tell these fake niggas they won't ever understand
Pussy ass niggas keep on leechin'
I told my lil' homie, gotta recharge

[Hook]
It's like I weep before I make art
I don't make hearts, I break hearts
Played the system it was a fuckin' playing yard
On that nigga face, like it's Stomp The Yard

[Verse 2]
See that nigga, just stop the car
Bullets flying out like [?] on front yards
You adore me, but I think you're boring
Your scream sounds like a sweet chorus
I woke up and then I had to cry
Then I faced this blunt up to the sky
I look at my hands then wonder why
I just made a fucking daughter cry
Can't trust a nigga where my money lies
Put trust in that nigga, you gon' lose your life
My [?] right and my money right
It's not too late to say goodbye
Bitch, I'm a [?] even on a Friday night

[Hook]
It's like I weep before I make art
I don't make hearts, I break hearts
Played the system like it was a fuckin' playing yard

[Outro]
(On that nigga face like it's Stomp The Yard, stomp)
(On that nigga face like it's Stomp The Yard)
I don't make hearts, I break hearts
Played the system like it was a fuckin' playing yard
See that nigga, just stop the car
Bullets flying out like [?] on front yards
You adore me, but I think you're boring
Your scream sounds like a sweet chorus