you know I keep that thang on me no bitches, no freinds, no homies yeah you know that I'm riding by my lonely I stay on airplane mode but i got 4gs don't text me shit no emojis you gone wish that you got to know me we don't love these hoes this shit ain't funny I gotta get the bag I gotta the money..... I'm in a dark place tryna find a peace mind I got my ski mask tucked on the left side I gotta watch my back them snakes is out here tryna bite you better watch them rats they snitching all the time that's why you gotta stomp them out make sure they die baby momma on the phone blowing up my line I never answer but I pray that she doing fine I gotta move this rock sell it by the dime I'm tryna make the rent I gotta pay on time we ain't kids no more stop fuking crying I been going thru it every single day n night what you sleepin foe stay up on your grind (HOOK)