Well, my first time, let’s see
Woke up with the sun today, it’s another sunny day
I went past my mama crib, 90210, L.A.
Bought that shit six months ago, I’m set for life, yeah, some would say
But every day, I wake up scared that it could be taken from me
I’m not givin’ nothin’ back, I got used to gettin’ paid
But no one ever told me what I’d have to sacrifice for fame (Yeah)
I’m just tryin’ not to go insane
But I got all this weight on me and I just wanna run away (Yeah)
I don’t wanna hear from you, I’m losin’ my temper now
Get the fuck up off my phone, I don’t wanna hear from ya
Went to Mexico for like six days
Camе back and now I still feel the same way
Fucked up, in pain
Likе, why the fuck I spent a hundred fifty on this plane?
Like, why the fuck I spent two hundred sixty on these chains?
Like, how am I so paranoid? I bulletproofed my Range
Shit don’t make no sense
I mean, the pressure’s immense
I’m nineteen, tryna navigate money and stress
Weird industry friends and my family life is intense
And my girl is always upset ’cause I’m always fuckin’ workin’
Shit, I expect some respect
Can’t even go on the ‘net without someone goin’ for my neck
I forget that I’m blessed, I pray to God, I hope it’s a test
‘Cause I’ve been givin’ so much, I don’t know what I got left
Hold on, baby, check the score, why the hell you talkin’ for?
How many weeks on Billboard? Top ten, like forty-four, um
That’s just one song and plus my albums, there’s a couple more
Walked in Louis, bought the store, model bitch, she love couture
All that sneak dissin’ on the internet, you must be bored
Want my reaction, but my time’s some shit you can’t afford
I paid like way too much for these diamonds, these bitches ain’t floored
I wake up and thank the Lord
Brand-new drink, I sip and pour it up
Uh, I do not really give a fuck
Maybach truck, I pulled it off and I’m sorry
And I do not really give a fuck
When I get high, I just get stuck and I’m sorry
(I am, I am, I am)
(I am, I am, I am)
(Sorry, sorry)
(Sorry)
