Girl you know that shit you speak about Ok bitch shut yo mouth I know that they was talking shit I'm finna shut it down And you know I ain't smoking mid, I'm smoking only loud I need some medical grade up in my blunt Nah, nah, yea You a junky, not a jock Give a fuck about a job When you drop a song it flops You ain't got no room to talk Give a fuck bout what you feeling Give a fuck bout what you taught You a op All you really do is talk, yuh Think I need some pills in my pockets Watch this I been blowing up Yeah my opps been watching And Im going crazy so they looking at my profits Don't know why they worry bout me Bitch, just stop it I'm off it Really I just think that I could make a mil By myself I do not need to sign no fucking deal Imma do it either way like how the fuck you feel? Bitch I'm feeling reckless Guess it's time to go and break a seal Think I need some pills in my pockets, pockets Think I need some pills in my pockets, pockets Think I need some pills in my pockets, pockets Swear that Imma make it, that's a promise Guess that I'm a target they want this Always on my own shit Bet they pissed off Bitch you know I'm over it Guess that I've been falling into this Ain't my fault Lately I've been feeling sick But I can't help myself And even if I fuckin tried I'm stuck in all this hell And all this bullshit weighing on my mind, it's hard to tell I'm just speaking to myself, I'm just speaking to myself Like yuh