I don't know why I just get this feeling, like Things aren't happening like they're supposed to ♪ 45 bullets in my bed, I can't rest I'ma die with price tags on my head Fuck it, hit the lead 45 bullets in my bed, I can't rest I'ma die with price tags on my head Fuck it, hit the lead Man I got nothing to do Man I got nothing to lose And you know I got a lot of money, but nothing to prove I've been lookin' labels in the eye, and they want me to choose Fuckin' trash rappers in my line and they tryin' they moves Wish I had people in my life that I look up to Fake friends, fuck you Family cut you off then you make it And they tell you that they love you Tell you that they do it all because- I been on the road, I got nothing but Less, on my own Less (Less), on my I been on the road, I got nothing but (Less) On my own Less (Less), on my Yeah, people try to cut you all the time When they make you feel small When they make you see you don't shine, but you know I don't like that Yeah, I'm 5'5" but I fight back Try to throw 'em at me but you know I throw 'em right back, like that Got a .37 you can sight that, eye that Feel like I been doin' it over and over and over and over again Write it down and grab the mic, rap Wait and watch the money come in, and yeah I like that But honestly I don't like rap