F***d up ***** I don’t want yo pity
I just wanted love but i’m way too busy
Rap moving up I might come to yo city
It’s hot in the H but my heart still chilly

I just need a gram, some bread and a quickie
If i ain’t yo man i don’t want no hickey
Right now i ain’t s**t cause the road look s****y
Been like that for months
I might roll a blunt
And hit that s**t once cause a ***** been sober

God I can’t wait til the day this s**t over
Used to walking ‘round with a chip on my shoulder
For every last person i loved who folded
I would give grace but i rather give closure
I would take breaks but i rather move forward
I done been chewed up, spit out, kicked out, let down
but i’m still a motherf*****g soldier

So **** what you told me if you showed me different
**** what you showed me if you came up missing
I know that actions speak louder than words
The thing about yours, they never consistent
I done got paid more that i paid attention
I done felt pain more than i like to mention
Heart on my sleeve til it’s left on the curb
When i smoke this herb i can’t make good decisions

You n****s be b*****s
You b*****s be h**s
You switching up more than you switch yo clothes
I push that work til’ I get it in gold
And light up that heat when the nights get too cold
The only thing keeping me up from the lows
Besides all the bread imma make from these shows
My life going fast and i like moving slow
And i been on numb 4, 5 days in a row

(X2) I might fly way (yea, yea)
I might fly away (yea, yea)
I’ll be fine today (yea, yea)
I’ll be fine today (yea, yea)