Everybody act like they know me But I keep it low key by my lonely I don't wanna be ya fucking homie UNLESS YOU RIDING TIL THE END Ain't no folding Cop a whole p get to rolling I might just smoke dis OG til I OD Hard to match the style One and only Been feeling low these couple days getting stoned Heal the pain rest my bones I don't pick up my phone might just pick up ya hoe Used to kick in some doors I was childish and broke Now I wish that I knew what I know now before With no past there's no present no future no growth Rose from the concrete Bitch I'm on your street Outside wit the mob deep Eyes still glossy from the Lucy off the blot sheet Used want materials I realized that's it's not me Holy Most these rappers phony Corny Feeding people lies Tryna pay off what they owe me Why you being nosey Don't act like you know me And if you once knew me Then You probably knew the old me