Fiending for attention
Imma let you be
Stuck in your own dimension
The media greed
Different type of breed
To keep all your closest beneath you
That just couldn't be me
That just couldn't be me, no
You can play hard to get
Imma look right over
None of that really matter to me
Want it, I get it
No slight way to spell it
You really suited for the streets
Snakes slither in the weeds
Had to fill a mower 'bout like five times
They gon' do anything get you to freeze
They be copping heaters to pass by
Do my best, I'm trying
Never seem to be enough though
I get it's a difference in wanting than doing the most
I be playing my luck
Do what it takes just to get a lil buck
Starting to become a cliché
But I really do want me that Lamb truck
Or the Rari one
I've been lost, all the doubt
I don't have none
Window rolling, let her feel the breeze
Hair down to her knees
She ain't asking when she say please
Think i give money for free?
Let her go, i could go on a money spree
She gon' probably end up on a what?
So what? That's fine by me
Let my homie hit, she wish it was me
Always reach for what seem out of my touch
I can't help, i just can't have enough
Want the world, you ain't gotta rush
I know it's hard to trust
'Specially when you from a smaller town
All the city lights giving a different buzz
Felt it in my heart from younging
This what my life was
New essentials
Nothing too special, no
Won't get you stressed out this time
I'll keep it gentle, oh
Pulse in my temple
She know that mean I'm thinking 'bout it
Was I meant to choose you over all I do?
Over all I do
I try not to be picky
Why can't we share the same views?
It's people out here splurging alone
Others purging whole crews
Let's meet in the middle
Change a dime to a nickel
You know if I eat, you eat too
Fiending for attention
Imma let you be
Stuck in your own dimension
The media greed
Different type of breed
To keep all your closest beneath you
That just couldn't be me
That just couldn't be me, no
You can play hard to get
Imma look right over
None of that really matter to me
Want it, I get it
No slight way to spell it
You really suited for the streets
Snakes slither in the weeds
Had to fill a mower 'bout like five times
They gon' do anything get you to freeze
They be copping heaters to pass by