SPLIT

I used to tell my mama I'm gon' be a fuckin' star I used to post up on my flicks rockin' Bapestas I used to listen to these beats in my granny car Now they take a couple bands, turn you to an artist Please don't flex up on the Gram, you ain't livin' large Brodie pulled a"would you rather" told him"I would rather lie" Walkin' out Balenci, spent ten, I'm a retard I can't even lie, it's worth it, I got a purpose Asked me"Do you trust your people?" I said that I'm certain She tryna take me to her room, I told her"Close the curtains" Mall shopping gone wrong, I bought the whole surface Dream girl into a fan, now I make her nervous I'm in Turkey with some miles, tryna shake it up Told that bitch, back it up, she can cake it up Fuck you mean I'm not the same? I got my smile up Toast for the kid, 'cause he did it, yeah Yeah, bow Back up on the lyrics, you need backup Two 28s up on my wrist, I'm finna smack up Bitch talkin' bad, like I don't even understand her Bitch talkin' bad, like I don't even understand her Well, I'm mature now Tony pulled up with two sticks, now he pullin' out I spent twenty on these kicks, I can't ball out It's a ride in my mind, it's a coaster Me and bae talkin, can we have a moment? Asked around, talk of town, you the hoe here Diamonds flooded, I think I can fill a pool D- D- Diamonds flooded, I think I can fill a pool now I used to tell my mama I'm gon' be a fuckin' star I used to post up on my flicks rockin' Bapestas I used to listen to these beats in my granny's car Now they take a couple bands, turn you to an artist Please don't flex up on the Gram, you ain't livin' large Brodie pulled a"would you rather" told him I would rather lie Walkin' out Balenci, spent ten, I'm a retard I can't even lie, it's worth it, I got a purpose Stop this Please don't talk to me, I'm on some violence Rollies, 808s and hoes on some thot shit How the fuck he went to medicine and now he drop shit? My brother from the 34, he think he international I pulled up rationing, now all these kids think I'm irrational I woke up with the money next to me, I think we one-nightin That boy live in Selfridges, I think he shortsighted One, two, I pull up That boy made a song and be like"Yeah" like boy shut up He was sayin' fuck the street, he thinkin' that he Duwap Bitch talkin' bad, like I don't even understand her I say, bitches talkin' bad if they lookin' bad Walk up in the fuckin' store, I bought another pair Racks up, dance on this hoe, she movin' bad Racks up, dance on her so she move bad Big boy, don't talk about my boy I be walkin, destroy All my bitches decoys, yeah Racks up, fit up, Rick Owens All my bitches really steppin, destroy, decoy 'em Stop this I got used to all the haters Sixty thousand fuckin' rappers on the same-ass medications Not convinced that there's a fallin' and I'll tell you 'bout it later If I made a hit right now, would you be sayin' you my day one? Would you say you got it started? Say it where your heart at Would you say you got it started? Say it where your heart at Mama tell me"Boy, you doin' way too much" I thought I lost you when you got your diamonds up Said I'm sorry but I like havin' my trouble up Now, H, I give my sorry for this shit You were way too fuckin' young when I put you up for this shit The girls and money came, but what you makin' out of it? The last two years was tough, but I'm back reportin' it It's easy