(yeah) (yeah) (mmm)
I don't like back talk, fuck that
It's not how I was raised
Just hit the gas son, n' stay in your lane
Don't gotta act hard (act hard)
Don't put a mask on (mask on)
Don't gotta bad heart (bad heart)
Don't get a trap on (trap on my face)
I gotta trap on my face when I'm mad
And I'm walking stone cold (that's cold)
Add up the math with the life that I've had
And I'm walking around like an old goat
G.O.A.T
They tryna' be better than me
I get the double cup, double the remedy
And I just pour in the free
Don't talk
When I pour up my mental fee
When I pour up my mental fee
Don't talk
When I pour up my mental fee
When I pour up my mental fee
My breath is so cold, what I'm spittin' is visible
Live by my syllables, own it
Condition is critical
Doing the most like it's looking residual
Had to let go of my heart, like it's fixable
You never earned it
So what were you winning it over for?
Bitch I just told you that truth
And it was just a lie to you
Why do you think I was acting so cynical?
What's all that sinning for?
If the wine is not drinkable
And I cried a whole glass
Wiped a whole glass
Did my whole thing for you, Jack
And I looked at myself in the mirror
It cracked like what happened
To visiting me in a visual that wouldn't break into glass, Jack
So I'm just getting my hazmat
Smoking it up til' I'm toxic
Told myself I wouldn't talk to you
Told myself that I wouldn't rock for you
Told myself I that won't ride for you
Told myself I wouldn't talk to you
Told myself that I wouldn't rock for you
Told myself I that won't ride for you
I don't like back talk, fuck that
It's not how I was raised
Just hit the gas son, n' stay in your lane
Don't gotta act hard (act hard)
Don't put a mask on (mask on)
Don't gotta bad heart (bad heart)
Don't get a trap on (my face)