Serotona

[Verse 1]
Serotona on my wrist and that shit fit nicely
Motherfuckers wanna take shots, Mos Eisley
People wanna try me? try me
Freeze your brain, I'm just too icy

[Verse 2]
People talking bout throwing their shots
Sold out shows, but the grind don't stop
Everyday notes, like I write a lot
Got the talk but you running too much, just walk

[Verse 3]
Punk ass liars gonna end up the ditches
How you hug your mama, and still call women bitches?
I know you fuckers all too well
Looking at me climbing like "Nah you fell."

[Verse 4]
Y'all are snakes in the grass
Throwing shade in the classroom
Sucking up hope like a goddamn vacuum
Let these people make what they want
But you treat it like a comp, instead of having fun, yuh

[Verse 1]
Everywhere I go, I bring the energy
"Oh you melancholic", guess you ain't a fan of me
People always looking like they enemies
I don't care, I got myself a family

[Verse 5]
Fake friends make faker fans
I don't really attention from a faker, man
Hope you fuckers understand
I don't really need the money but I got it
All you fuckers trynna copy, while I take off like a rocket, yuh

[Verse 6]
Pretty boy, hit the track like boxing
Run around some fuckers like who gon' stop me?
I kill 'em, pretty born villain
Never dropped off I just copped a new ceiling, yeah

[Verse 7]
Hit a C note, but you bitches see through
I don't give a single fuck, inflate your own ego
I'm just trynna make shit pop
Never stop, pretty boy rising to the top yeah