Not Fun

When the world don't orbit around you? So what are you gonna do When the world don't orbit around you? Ain't it fun Livin' in the real world? Ain't it good Bein' all alone? Damn, whatever you do, God know how I move Can't take you a winner if you never gon' lose I got in my feelings and poured me up a deuce Runnin' up money, I ain't chasin' no hoe Don't send me a diss, 'cause the men be on go Facts, shit blowin', got your money like, whoa We them type niggas might hop out of snow I remember back then when them bitches was playing Ain't no dappin' me up, nigga, you not my man Put that shit on, now your bitch on my dick Go through they block and like soccer, they kick Ain't it good when I drop 'cause the fans they be boppin' Bitch thinkin' she hurt me, she don't know that I'm numb Nigga, I'm fuckin' with Mal, you know he go dumb Your bitch textin' my phone 'cause she know you a bum Gonna send you a diss, I'ma hop out on feet Wanna break up my name but ain't do shit to me Nigga ain't get in that car so he not tryna creep Nigga, I'm a one-man band, you ain't catchin' me deep Movin' the cars, but I know how I slide Fuckin' with two times know he gon' glide Nowhere to be found so you know they gon' hide Nigga, your bitch on my line she fuck with my vibe Nigga, your bitch on my line 'cause I'm draggin' my nuts Nigga try to get up on me, then I bet he get touched Mokin' on wax, I ain't mokin' no dust Just call in my wrist nigga, know that it's up Bitch, said she gon' leave, but I don't give no fuck Nigga, it's, nigga, it's hot shit flyin', your man band up Nigga's been geekin' for clout, so I'm keepin' it tough Coming up where I'm from, God know how I move Can't take you a winner if you never gon' lose I got in my feelings and poured me up a deuce Runnin' up money, I ain't chasin' no hoe Don't send me a diss, 'cause the men be on go Facts, shit blowin', got your money like, whoa We them type niggas might hop out of snow I remember back then when them bitches was playing Ain't no dappin' me up, nigga, you not my man Put that shit on, now your bitch on my dick Go through they block and like soccer, they kick (Ain't it good) yeah (Bein' all alone?) Go through they block and like soccer, they Go through they block and like soccer, they kick (Where you're from) (You might be the one who's runnin' things)