Hate this deep into that jealousy the way I’m rapping yeah I know you feel my melody still taking drugs,you use the pain I got no remedy smoking green get to his head he losing memory and these bullets hit his head like John.F. Kennedy No nice rapping in the Stu just for supremacy tryna be like everybody slowly losing his identity my life just like a roller coaster do you get that energy? double R’s when I’m whippn’ got the stars up in the ceiling want that mansion of the yachts just depends on how I’m feeling and I don’t like the way you wear that dress cause it’s revealing friends with benefits, pull up pull up pull up yea we back in the studio trying to get the lyrics like John.F.Kennedy shoot the bullets in his head and the way I’m rapping sounds so gooood ay ay ay