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I just hope you don’t forget
Alright
I just hope you love me dead
Alright
This might be my final kiss
Alright
I just hope that I’ll be missed
Alright

And if you reminisce
I hope you find some shit
That helps you benefit and
Alright
These are crucial times
I wish the pain in me committed suicide and alright

Let my Mom control my will
Alright
Leave my friends with all a mill
Alright
Tell them all it’s not their fault
Alright
Tell my fans they feel like god
Alright

You know my stress stretches zip codes
Tryna go 100 on E
Tryna flip lows
Into muses
Do what I do’s
If deaths comes in threes then pain comes in twos’
Thank you Mom
You’re the only thing that keeps me here
I bought depression on the low but it wasn’t cheap this year
I think I reached a tier
Where everyday I keep a tear
Tucked in the holster
Like I’m tryna conceal a piece in here
I need peace in here
I’ll do whatever
On the road to finding happiness
I’ll lose whatever
That’s how I’m feelin as of late
Got a lot up on my plate
These are shoes I got exclusive
I don’t expect you to relate
It’s not written on my face
Nah its buried deep
They see me as strong
So I can’t come off very weak
I been havin scary dreams
Of death destruction despair
I guess I’m lost tryna find someone who really cares

And if you reminisce
I hope you find some shit
That helps you benefit and
Alright
These are crucial times
I wish the pain in me committed suicide and alright

Let my Mom control my will
Alright
Leave my friends with all a mill
Alright
Tell them all it’s not their fault
Alright
Tell my fans they feel like god
Alright

I’m dealin with a lotta pain
I don’t know which way to go
Tell it all to go away
But it be comin back for more
Momma I’ve had enough
Fix this
Sometimes it’s just too much
Fix this

I feel weak when I cry
But I just been strong too long
Please just make it stop
Sleep is my only escape
From all of the pain
But I hardly ever sleep
Cuz I have nightmares daily
I feel crazy
Rock a fake smile
What I see is not what they see
New York City I was ballin in a penthouse
Never saw this comin needa call my mom and vent now

I’m dealin with a lotta pain
I don’t know which way to go
Tell it all to go away
But it be comin back for more
Momma I’ve had enough
Fix this
Sometimes it’s just too much
Fix this

Devil breathin down my neck
I can’t lie I’ve thought about death
I think that I need to let go
Happiness is all that I show
What a show
What a show
What a show

I’m dealin with a lotta pain
I don’t know which way to go
Tell it all to go away
But it be comin back for more
Momma I’ve had enough
Fix this
Sometimes it’s just too much
Fix this

NOBODY KNOWS

Mask up my pain
Hold back my tears
I’m going insane
Nobody knows
All by myself
Let the rain hit me
I’m going insane
Nobody knows

I take another shot
Tryna just forget all the negative
Devil laughin meanwhile god explaining the benefits
Listen financial freedom
Come and go as you please
Arenas packed out
Plus a bunch of hoes on their knees
You got your mom a house
Yea I know it seems bitter sweet
Because your parents separated
You thought money sewed seams
And now you think it’s your fault
You enabled the breakup
But that’s the power of money now you just funding the makeup
With the same tool that brought it down
Tell the waiter I don’t want no ice
I just want tequila
I don’t want it watered down
Everything I bought for y’all
I figured that I bought a crown
I figured that you know that you can get it since I got it now
I saw this goin differently
I be lookin at the 7 year old me like don’t come visit me
The public took the fun away
You’ve been robbed of all of your innoncence
I’m talkin to myself I hope I’m listening

Mask up my pain
Hold back my tears
I’m going insane
Nobody knows
All by myself
Let the rain hit me
I’m going insane
Nobody knows

Juggling the inside and outside heavy
I might call a ex chick and drink some henny
Starting off my day with some shit already
Answering the phone like I’m pissed already
Media is lyin gettin used to it
Crucifying me I needa crucifix
Guess I look the part so I might as well
Heavens where you get when you fight thru the hell
People keep slandering but I can’t respond
Because if I do y’all call me crazy say my focus is wrong
I’m feelin fed up yea
This isn’t natural no
Keep it together let it fall apart in music
I can’t let them see the pain
When I’m the one that gets them thru it
This some real life shit
Sometimes I feel like shit

Mask up my pain
Hold back my tears
I’m going insane
Nobody knows
All by myself
Let the rain hit me
I’m going insane
Nobody knows

[Intro]
Monsta’s gon’ tear it up

[Verse 1]
All she ever wanted was my heart to hurt
No attachments, just a Gucci purse
She know I’m mad rich, she think I’m usin’ her
My diamonds mad rich, they so rude to her
And the way I’m actin’ is all due to her
If I think she thottin’, I’m gon’ do it first
I’m gon’ call my side bitch and we gon’ do the work
She know I’m from Highbridge, my chain show through the shirt
The feds locked my man up, free Montana
Damn, all he ever wanted was his bands up
They gave him 10 years for nothin’, keep your head up
If any niggas start to fret, nigga, lay ’em out
Just listen to all my tracks
‘Cause I don’t wanna do no interviews, I’m not into that
And I be feelin’ like I’m Malcolm, I got the X on my back
And every nigga in the X can vouch for me, that’s a fact
I dropped my first mixtape and yeah, that shit ran laps
By the time I dropped The Bigger Artist, like seven million in plaques
Got too much gold, I’m way too smart to leave my crib without straps
And any nigga run up on us gon’ get hit like that
And I’ma be like nigga started what I started
Skinny nigga with a Patek and a Pyrex
Any nigga could get embarrassed, come and try it
Any nigga could get a bad bitch, just go and buy shit

[Chorus]
I know, I know
You’re just like all the bitches I know
Why do you know all the bitches I know?
I think we’re better off as rivals, yeah
I know, I know
Why do you know all the bitches I know?
You’re just like all the bitches I know
You’re just like all my fuckin’ rivals, yeah

[Verse 2]
And I know, I know
You’re just like all the bitches I know
Insecure, so you got that lipo
I feel like I’m the rappin’ Michael, yeah
I think I’m better off without you
And you think I don’t know about the things you do
But I do all the same fuckin’ things you do
We are both the same, I am just like you, yeah
I know that you get in your feelings, baby, me too
Sometimes I swear I say some shit that I don’t mean to
I make you feel a type of way, I make you evil
When I was broke, they used to treat me like I’m see-through
They killed my nigga Quado in the projects
And then they killed Beasty, free PeeWee
I swear to God, somebody better die next
And if it’s one of my niggas, nigga, free me

[Intro: Young Scooter]
Ayy Twaun, turn that beat down, haha
Haha
Allergic to broke bitches, haha

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Me and my boss bitch, we makin’ moves (We makin’ moves)
Finesse a nigga quick, that’s what she do (Finesse)
Me and my boss bitch, we countin’ up checks (Count up)
Sheisty bitch, she’ll steal that chain from ’round your neck (Yeah)
Jugg queen, my lil’ bitch, she act a fool (She act a fool)
Road runnin’, I had to take that bitch to Skoob (Road runner)
Vacuum seal a half a million, that’s how we move (Yeah)
She super gutter, rob a nigga without a tool

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
My bitch a criminal like Mike, yeah, she smooth (Yeah, she smooth)
In the streets it ain’t no motherfuckin’ rules
Real talk, you know that money overrule
How to traffic bricks, I took her ass to school (Traffic bricks)
If you listen to what I say then we can’t lose (Nah)
She went from Air Max to three thousand dollar shoes (True story)
Lick over a ticket, that’s the only way I move (Count up)
My bitch explicit, that’s with everything she do (Finesse)
I need a boss bitch, bad bitch (Bad bitch)
I’m runnin’ from broke bitches (Runnin’ from broke bitches)
Shittin’ on my ex bitch, gettin’ rich with real niggas (Yeah)
Allergic to broke niggas (Broke), life ain’t a joke, nigga
Pussy nigga piss me off, I let his ho work the door, nigga (Street)

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Me and my boss bitch, we makin’ moves (We makin’ moves)
Finesse a nigga quick, that’s what she do (Finesse)
Me and my boss bitch, we countin’ up checks (Count up)
Sheisty bitch, she’ll steal that chain from ’round your neck (Yeah)
Jugg queen, my lil’ bitch, she act a fool (She act a fool)
Road runnin’, I had to take that bitch to Skoob (Road runner)
Vacuum seal a half a million, that’s how we move (Yeah)
She super gutter, rob a nigga without a tool

[Verse 2: Karlae]
Okay, Karlae, yeah
See I never let a nigga get too close (Yeah)
And if I let them double back, that’s a kick door (Yeah)
Tunnel vision, I’m the first to spot his foe (First to spot his foe)
With half these niggas say they hard, but they gon’ fold (Yeah)
Yeah, check 400K, yeah, shout out to a real one (Yeah)
Tryna play me out some pussy, I got the right one (Not me)
I been the boss bitch, and you better bring that check in (Yeah)
But I do not check in
A lot of ice on me, Wayne Gretsky
Gotta hit the class for a lesson
Told Scooter gon’ bring the Tech in
Big pockets on me, bitch, I’m precious (Yeah)
Flawless diamond my necklace (Yeah)
No jeweler, we’ll leave you neckless (Yeah)
And if I fucked him once, he still pressin’ (Yeah)
Been down with Black Amigo (Yeah)
Pretty hair black bitch like a migo (Yeah)
Keep me on him like his pistol (Ugh)

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Me and my boss bitch, we makin’ moves (We makin’ moves)
Finesse a nigga quick, that’s what she do (Finesse)
Me and my boss bitch, we countin’ up checks (Count up)
Sheisty bitch, she’ll steal that chain from ’round your neck (Yeah)
Jugg queen, my lil’ bitch, she act a fool (She act a fool)
Road runnin’, I had to take that bitch to Skoob (Road runner)
Vacuum seal a half a million, that’s how we move (Yeah)
She super gutter, rob a nigga without a tool

[Verse 3: Miss Mulatto]
Yeah, yeah
I’m a real ass bitch, that’s why he fuck with me (Yeah)
And my nigga in the streets, ain’t no one touchin’ me
I been taxin’ for the purse, I can’t do shit for free (Brrt)
Told him keep his chains on when he fuckin’ me (Uh, yeah)
He got that Ruger, ain’t fightin’ no more, I got shooters, yeah, yeah
Lil’ bitch, I’m cooler, I been countin’ up like a ruler, yeah, yeah
Bad bitch, he tryna lock me down like a troop, yeah
Bad bitch, know I’ma ride that nigga like a scooter, yeah
If he say get him, I got him, it ain’t a problem, we gon’ set his ass up
He want a lil’ bitch that’s poppin’, lil’ bitch that got it, one to put the cash up
Better keep the shit tucked (Yeah)
We gon’ wet his ass up
Nigga playin’ like he tough
I’ma make him fall in love, yeah

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Me and my boss bitch, we makin’ moves (We makin’ moves)
Finesse a nigga quick, that’s what she do (Finesse)
Me and my boss bitch, we countin’ up checks (Count up)
Sheisty bitch, she’ll steal that chain from ’round your neck (Yeah)
Jugg queen, my lil’ bitch, she act a fool (She act a fool)
Road runnin’, I had to take that bitch to Skoob (Road runner)
Vacuum seal a half a million, that’s how we move (Yeah)
She super gutter, rob a nigga without a tool