[Intro]
I just kinda feel like sometimes people don't quite understand so you gotta...you gotta pour

[Verse 1]
I never asked for this, I just want to make classic shit
But I keep coming back when it hurts like a masochist
I should go and ask for a hearse just to ride in
Because y'all done sucked the life out of a nigga, I'm dying
To find out what life holds
I hope it's more than stupid niggas and white hoes
Because both been coming too often and I get agitated
Because those are usually the first ones to start hating
I been blatantly stating that I been wanting love
But I'm beginning to think I don't need that
Because girls gone tell you that they love you more than anything
But how the hell can you tell when they mean that
See, money is the motive so I'm chasing it
But it seems niggas with money go do the fakest shit
Like my parents don't love me but my whip new
And I don't love who I am but my lips new
Like them girls that only like niggas that hit it big
Girl you only getting love because your titties big
Or them niggas getting pussy because they money long
You know she is about to dip when the money gone
I ain't the only one trying to do this music shit
But it seems that it's harder to get a fan now
Because I been working hard as hell by my damn self
While fake niggas making names off of handouts
(You know what?) I'm tired of all this shit
Tired of hearing no but trying to never quit
Tired of back seats when they up on the main stage
And I know that I'm better than anyone in my age range
Nigga please, I don't hear these niggas pleas
I'm trying to pray but end up preying on my enemies
I swear to God these women gone be the end of me
Because she be like my plan B is for you to come into me
For real though?
Like is that really how you feel though?
These sideline hoes and everything they pile on
Keep a young nigga going through like a field goal
Fuck love, I'm saying that from experience
Because my dumbass was all in but she ain't take it serious
I ain't gone be mad though, I'll write about the pain
Make a name, and then my loss won't be shit to what I've gained
This shit sound like 40 on the beat
I can't wait until I'll be making 40 in a week
Shout out to my people making 40 in a year
I just pray I know what to do with the 40 when it's here
I'm down but I ain't about to stay down though
Ima tell a dime piece to lay down slow
Maybe it will keep a nigga's mind off life
If she fucks me real slow and say it's all alright
In the end