Bitch I think it's sad since I was nine-teen
I was making more cash than your dad
But if you got a lot of addictions
Fuck all cash
Just can't except that, nah
Can't accept that
Umm nah nah
Can't accept that,
Umm nah nah
Can't accept that
Umm nah umm nah yah
Devil man
Devil man
Devil man rojo
Stupid motherfuckers
Wanna go call the po po
Try to give me price
I ain't selling for the low low
Something tell my brain
That I could do this shit solo
You want the gas
But I smoked it
No more
Colorful thoughts
Ain't no fuckin mono
Ugly motherfucker
When I pull up like momo
Piles of the grade A
Don't want the low blow
You think i'm a loser
A fuckin drug abuser
How come every room
Inside this house you'd let me do ya
Shit don't make no sense, nah
Shit don't make no sense
Nah umm nah yah
Fuck a protective custody
Yung Le Goldmane living under sea
Give a fuck about a bitch
Need a big bag of p's
It's a big bag of lines
Not a big bag of keys
Keys
Fuck about the money
Give a good bitch bags
Louie V on her
Make a bitch impact
Suicidal clique
Got Satan on that
Suicidal clique
Got Satan on that
Need a red carpet
To show that bitch ass
Every motherfucker
Never get back
Back
Hundred in my nose
I ain't feeling too bad
I ain't gonna stop
More lulu in the bag
More lulu in the bag
I feel like I need myself to get
Back, back, back
Back to the bottom
Like getting back, back
All these hoes wanna talk about me now
Cuz Yung Le Goldmane
Wanna live like bitch see-saw
*Break*
Yah
Cuz I remember when these motherfuckers
Wouldn't let us in
Fuck who let these boys win
Shit, yah
We weren't meant to win
We weren't meant to win
Cuz I remember
Through the glass we couldn't watch
Now the pesticide-al concrete
Loaded in the docks
Yah
Now it doesn't matter
What the fuck you thought
Shit straight forward like connect the dots
We weren't meant to win
We weren't meant to win
We weren't eh
We weren't meant to win
We weren't meant to win
Now it doesn't matter
What the fuck you thought
Shit straight forward
Like connect the dots