(Ain't nobody gonna believe in you til you believe in yourself) Facts drove eight miles to the cypher i feel like Makiah Phfifer, ten freaky girls and one just stole my lighter, never text a hoe again she call me a ghost writer. if my main find out she prolly gone wan fight her/ pre rolls ridin round to some LoFi, blowin clouds out the window like im tryna get the city high/I peeped you buta you don't see me it's like window tint , ain't no benefit the hate come imminent/all we count is wins like we ain't lose yet/ the way we get it off the block Kyle Juszczyk/All they rap about is money you know talk is cheap/ while i was was out here fightin demons you was fightin sleep/remember the house functions we would turn off the light/had it goin all day till we called it a night