#NUMBER1ALLSTARS #EX #KILLTHOT #KILLSHOT #PROBLEMS #IHADENOUGH #VALENTINESDAY Look I've been thinking ’bout my ex Last week she was wishing me the best Wait, you just hit me in the chest You love me in your texts then you hate me in the life? Damn I'm sorry that you act fake when you're on the gram ’Cuz I guess you heard the album now you're falling back But there's nothing you can do. I'ma drop the tracks Even if you dying on the stretcher from a cardiac Heart attack, put this motherfucker in a bodybag Yeah, I can see the truth You been lying to a polygraph If you love he then I can show you that the god is back Got his back marked with a bullet if he's talking back Call me back. Open up your lips if you wanna scrap I got your Momma's pad, I know the addy Put the pen in her appendix and I'll leave a fucking autograph Sorry Momma, I know you probably hate what your son has said But I gotta deal with all of this drama that these women bringing to me so I'll spit until I’m dead I’m just sick of all these people who been fake in my life All my homies did me wrong now I'm making it right I’m taking their life to take the advice of myself 'Cuz I'm never gonna place the fakes on my shelf Like way, way back when I had no friends, all I had was a pen You just seen my hurt and you walked right in Telling me that you were there 'til the very very end But every time I’m in the dark you never cared for me But when you needed something you was there for me Now I got my guard up carefully picking everybody that I want around me There's thots on my feed, she's all around me Saying bad things when she talk about me Fuck my shoes, you ain't walk in my feet You don't see my struggle, you don't see my peace You don't see my peace But neither do I 'Cuz when I sit and think all this evil divides I see through the lies while you still believing it blind Fuck crumbs, bitch I'm hungry, need a piece of the pie But my plates been filled, I'm about to lose my appetite I been following my dreams like an acolyte Ain't no telling what'll happen when I grab the mic bitch 'Cuz I'm out the fucking world like a satellite Sacrifice everything I had for the vision in my head, I'ma make this shit clear Manifest dreams 'til they happening for real, I'ma turn my fucking hobby to career I ain't stopping over fear I ain't walking til it's clear Fuck running with the scissors, I been jogging with a spear I'm the target of the year Devil talking in my ear So I'm sipping on the Henny 'til I'm bottling my tears Shit I'm nodding off a beer Sick of talking 'bout my fears Y'all ain't following your dreams, you're just following your peers Tryna fit into the clique, so you're popular this year But that shit never lasts, they'll unfollow in a year, yuh Maybe I should go and get in drugs Put a couple tats on my face just to get some love Maybe I should go and get a gun Put a mask on, rob a bank, so I get the funds Maybe I should go and hang with thugs Pull the glock, kill a dude, run away and hide the gloves Label said they wouldn't ever touch me 'til I get a buzz Now they wanna pass the kid a bill like the senate does Bitch I told you, I warned you, I showed you the facts That I had on you and I'd drop on a track I gave you an option, now you coming back? With rumors you're spreading and leaking my past You seen what I had, but now you acting hopeless You was talking to your ex on some hoe shit..