If im being honestt

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, what the fuck?

[Chorus]
I think 'bout dying like all the time, but I'm way too pussy to do it
Had to stack on 'em, had to flex whenever, I'm gon' post with a roll, I'm a nuisance
I'ma still wonder why he want my head bad, huh, 'cause, no, I don't do shit
Ayy, no, I don't do shit, "Stay out the way real quick," I'm like, "Fuck that"
Huh, ayy, got too depressed and overthought the album, that's another pushback
Ayy, head running and running in circles, I'm going wherever, don't look back
Ayy, tenth grade, I was tweaking with all of the pills in the bookbag

[Verse 1]
I'm like, "Huh, what? Huh, can you leave me 'lone?"
I don't wanna get a text from you, I'm 'round the globe
What? What? This ain't what I hoped
I don't tell nobody shit, I'm hiding behind a cloak
What? Huh, what? R.I.P. Uzi and R.I.P. Xrr
This shit get harder to cope every day
I just think 'bout my dead when I'm fed me a play
Go up, go down, it's a two-way street
Go up, go down, it's a two-way— damn
You was tweakin' like shit if you thought you the man
Pop out to the show, I got brand-new stans

[Bridge]
Pop out to the show, man, I love my fans
Huh, what? Ayy, what?
I don't got much to say, I don't really like Xans
I'll go whenever, I don't gotta spend
New crib, gotta cop brand-new plants
Chloma the hoodie, Dior on the pants
Remember the days I was still wearin' Vans
(Huh, those days weren't that bad)
What? Huh, what, what, what, what, what? (Del-Delta)

[Verse 2]
I copped me new drip, don't like the pictures, I'll post what I want
Copped a gun just for the fashion, he a civ', no reason to flaunt
Ayy, it's anybody's world if you thinkin' about it
So, fuck it, just do what you want
Ayy, just fuck it, just do what you do
It made me, it made you
Cough my lungs out, I'm like, "Fuck," this shit feelin' like I got the flu
So tell me that we through, so tell me that we fucked up
That's your point of view, I'm kickin' shit with my lil' bro in my Mihara boots
I'm bein' honest, hell yeah, I'm sad, he just told me, "Hell yeah, I'm sad too"
I just hit London, hell yeah, I'm mad, tryna figure out where we just rendezvous
Look through my mind, man, I been tortured, but fuck it, I'll get me a bag too
Ha-ah, uh, what?

[Chorus]
I think 'bout dying like all the time, but I'm way too pussy to do it
Had to stack on 'em, had to flex whenever, I'm gon' post with a roll, I'm a nuisance
I'ma still wonder why he want my head bad, huh, 'cause, no, I don't do shit
Ayy, no, I don't do shit, "Stay out the way real quick," I'm like, "Fuck that"
Huh, ayy, got too depressed and overthought the album, that's another pushback
Ayy, head running and running in circles, I'm going wherever, don't look back
Ayy, tenth grade, I was tweaking with all of the pills in the bookbag