Swag but Lonely

Got so many stories, don’t know which one to tell,

In the studio all day, that’s who I am.

I want Bape, I want a new bitch, I’ll get ’em

I want Rick, I want new stuff, I’ll get ’em

I slice these samples like they’re bitches,

Call me Jack the Ripper.

I wanna feel dying young,

I wanna be your dream star.

That’s why all my tracks are fucking minor,

You find my heart, I’ll give you love— just try it

I want the fame, not your love — get outta here,

And baby, when you’re gone, look in the mirror.

Demons attack, I can’t take it no more,

I’m holding the gun, put down the phone.

I’m going crazy, bitch, right now.

I’m going crazy, bitch, right now.

I’m going crazy, bitch, right now

I’m going crazy, bitch, right now

Can you baby see that sign? yeah

Every week i change my swag i smoke blunts

Every night i loose my mind in the club

But who you are to judging me , before you

Fix me just listen baby im not special nihilistic

Just making money in the fuckin bloody business

Im mixing skill n swag n style so realistic

My flow burnin all those mc no religion

Im not miss you yeah just kiddin i just playin with a bitches making a m's

You so useless just preparing for my sick skills

Fuck your vision dont release that

Supersticious goldie on wrist

You look a creep fuck your mad skills you just glam bitch

Fuck your lame pills i just pissin on your songs before you start sing yeah

Before you call a storm im burning slow counting money right now

Mxr tatted on the neck be my favourite star

I counting all my bands just need more shawty makes me wild

Mxr tatted on the neck painted red im done