Fifty-fifty chance we could get past Christmas Math don't add up if it ain't nun to begin with Got something to do with the karma I done picked up Got something to prove, guess I'm feeling narcissistic Outta breath, outta drive, first line you done broke Outta sight, outta mind, first lie I done told Outta breath, outta drive, outta fires in the cold Outta sight, outta mind, outta time, on the road What you talking all modest I'm just tryna be honest Don't question my petty shit thought I told your ass I'm an artist These niggas got product Too much green bad for me I ain't really even on it Too much beef bad for me How I'm supposed to get up off your sleeve Off your sleeve Blowing off some steam Bet you onto them shower thoughts when I'm leaving Gotta get you off of my needs Not on my knees I can't doze off in the deep end Doze off in the deep end Gotta get you off of my needs I can't doze off in the deep end Gotta get up off of your sleeve What you mean you and me I'm here all by myself Thought you'd be used to me Follow ups, that shit don't help, I'm like What you mean you and me, I'm just Slipping on a newer piece, I'm just Picking up a newer me, I've been Doing fine, they just doing me, like Patagonia on me Gotta know it's on me Coat small, but you know it's growing on me Audemar, nigga, I might throw it on me Gotta show it's on me I'm a dickhead, I'm an asshole With a big head I need glass for Why yo fist red, why yo cash slow Maybe fix that's why yo ass broke, huh What you talking all modest I'm just tryna be honest Don't question my petty shit thought I told your ass I'm an artist These niggas got product Too much green bad for me I ain't really even on it Too much beef bad for me How I'm supposed to get up off your sleeve Off your sleeve Blowing off some steam Bet you onto them shower thoughts when I'm leaving Gotta get you off of my needs Not on my knees I can't doze off in the deep end Doze off in the deep end Gotta get you off of my needs I can't doze off in the deep end Gotta get up off of your sleeve Ion write songs bout people no more I just watch movies and I sing 'em Top floor when I bring 'em But ion pick up no phone though when the iPhone be ringing Clear mind when I'm thinking Ya money stack look slim Backstroke on the weekend Still don't know how to swim I just keep to combing in it, yeah I just keep to combing in it I don't play like that Money conversations to bank and it's gone stay like that Living everyday like that I don't do no features lest you family or you pay like that Ball on all these niggas Told me they ain't see me laying that, huh I was stressing in a past tense, now I kick my feet up They all up on ya door dawg, banging like they Sia Them bitches in a past tense They can't fuck with me I don't play that back and forth much I feel like Aaliyah I feel like I'm