Money High

(Frixe)
Insecurities fucking with my mind
I am up and then I'm down
No way to turn around
Think I'm finna hit the ground

People always checking on their bank accounts
Children going hungry in this world
While you are looking at your cash amount

Fakeness started spreading
Hate, it started swelling
Don't know where it's heading
Got no worries hell is waiting

Love is my security
You saved me with your purity
Don't know how to say it, but I love you

(Aksbaby)

Feeling lost in a world that doesn't want me
People surround themselves around dumb bitches and some money Depression started kicking in the moment I start running
The feeling of insecurity creeping up (yeah)

I'm gunning for the spotlight people dropping
(yeah) I might, feeling of dying now eases soon as I find a moment of clarity that's hidden in my damn mind
Put your trust into a bitch your fucked, yeah I tried

(Beat the Devil)
My husband has an illness of the mind
The medical word for it is paranoia
On occasion he displays homicidal tendencies
The psychiatrists say it's because he
He believes people are plotting against him
And so he strikes back and tries to kill them

(Frixe)

How is love real? When you don't feel
How can you say it to their face when it's not real

You base it on 0s
That's how it goes
You fucking with then hoes
Look out for your bros

Make the hate disappear
Fuck that shit it ain't so clear
Stuck up in your sphere
Look up were, right here

(Aksbaby)
Bank account is starving the money people be wanting
In the cars that they be flauntin the hurt that just keeps scarring
They shit that I be going threw the hurt that you just put me threw Unfair to say the least, but ill grow from it to tell you the truth
I'm not afraid of what the outcome is
At this point to the plot is that I gave you the best I hope enjoyed