This is not a drill, I'm high, I can't be sober and I don't know how to feel

The real and fake be blending, it's hard to tell it's real, it's hard to tell it's chill

Cause when we had shit, they on some mad shit,

Get on some cash shit,

I'm focused on the future like fuck the past shit

This shit wasn't bout a check I swear this shit was passion,

But I gotta eat bitch

They on some sleep shit, and I can't trust a bitch

She on some sneak shit,

Can't show no kindness, they use it as a weakness,

Ain't worried bout a ****, I'm focused on me bitch

I'm high, ain't see shit,

I need a lot of shit I never needed a bitch,

I'm quick to leave a bitch, Won't even tell you bye hoe,

And have you lookin' for me?

Can't find me like where Waldo

Tell mama I gotta chase the cake , but call me ain't far though

I came from the bottom, but a **** made it far though

I don't fight, this Glock a slam a ****, Like a Car door ,

**** 12, come round me with a wire, Get his jaw broke,

Yeah I make this shit look easy, this shit was hard though

Yeah I got a lot of cheese on me, but I work hard though

And I swear it's hard to love a bitch, I think my heart broke,

I wanna tell you bout my life, but where to start though

You can still see this ice bright, even if it's dark bro,

I bet I can count this cheese up, even with a blindfold

Damn Saint, you ain't even gotta come that hard, Go

This is not a Drill, I'm high I can't be sober, and I don't know how to feel

The real and fake be blending in, it's hard to tell what's real

It's hard to tell us chill, cause we ain't have shit

They on some mad shit,

Get on some cash shit I'm focused on the future, like fuck the past shit

This shit wasn't bout a check,

I swear this shit was passion

But I gotta eat bitch

They on some sleep shit, I'm on that me shit