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[Intro]
That is my greatest fear
That if, if I lost control
Or did not have control, things would just, you know
I would be… fatal

[Verse 1]
I’m writing this letter to let you know
I’m really leaving
And no, I’m not keeping your shit
Heard you got some new homies
Got some new hobbies
Even a new hoe too
Maybe she can come help you
Maybe she can come lick you after we’re done
What’s done is done
I don’t want nothing else to do with it
Let me tell you a secret
I been secretly banging your homeboy
Why you in Vegas all up on Valentine’s Day?
Why am I so easy to forget like that?
It can’t be that easy for you to get like that
Oh no she didn’t
Ooh yes I did
Oh no she didn’t
I’ll do it again

[Chorus]
Leave me lonely for prettier women
You know I need too much attention for shit like that
You know you wrong for shit like that
I could be your supermodel if you believe
If you see it in me, see it in me, see it in me
I don’t see myself
Why I can’t stay alone just by myself?
Wish I was comfortable just with myself
But I need you, but I need you, but I need you

[Verse 2]
Ooh, just get a load of them, they got chemistry
All they could say, we like brother and sister
Look so good together
Bet they fuckin’ for real
And they was right
That’s why I stayed with ya
The, the dick was too good
It made me feel good
For temporary love
You was a temporary lover

[Chorus]
Leave me lonely for prettier women
You know I need too much attention for shit like that
You know you wrong for shit like that
I could be your supermodel if you believe
If you see it in me, see it in me, see it in me
I don’t see myself
Why I can’t stay alone just by myself?
Wish I was comfortable just with myself
But I need you, but I need you, but I need you

[Intro]
Mmmmm, yeah

[Verse 1]
How do I not know that I am first?
I put all much effort into everyone except the one who hurts
Aim to please I got what you need don’t reject me I need validated worth
Spread me thin love to see you win pray to
God for the better or the worst

[Hook]
And I know I know I know I know
I care about everybody else
I should make some time baby, I need to make time for myself
I know I know I know I know
I worry about everybody else
I should make some time baby, I need to make time for myself

[Verse 2]
Momma on my phone like…
Boy you need to focus on your health
Work out proper, eat more veggies, drink more water tomorrows not promised for yourself
I’m distracted this the last time I’m relapsing
Earth & happy potions oh how swell. What you up to oh not much shit let’s cut loose match in heaven fires set in hell

[Hook]
And I know I know I know I know
I care about everybody else
I should make some time baby, I need to make time for myself
I know I know I know I know
I worry about everybody else
I should make some time baby, I need to make time for myself..

[Verse 3]
Time
All in due time
I am like in God design
I put my heart on the line
I’m not the worrying kind
But I can not hurry what’s mine
My daddy made dishes & sent me well wishes black chicken rice curry & thyme
Money don’t matter my way
Mentals been lathered in rage
Compartmentalizing my judgement on others elitist when asked of my day
They are not better than I
But am I much better than self?
What’s better than you as you are?
What’s better than truth in yo heart?
I pull up where nigga can’t see me
I need some space to move freely
Just incase niggas go postal
Fuck out my way I don’t know you
This is not twitter nigga do not be confused by the result of them protools. Let’s keep it civil & noble. Gentrification & Whole Foods
I wanna be more than expected
I’m talking well & respected
I’m talking vanity levels that might make devil look back with obsession
God got lock on my heart, Lucy clench on my flesh. You give him the will to seek out on free thrills add a conscience & what you expect

[Outro]
I worry about everybody else
I need to make time for myself

Excuse me, oh pardon me
I’m still sticky on the inside
There comes a time where all I do
Is sit around in contemplation
And curse my situation
I’m just too bored for normal views
Be careful of what you wish for
Impossible to just ignore
One last time is all I need
To get my life and stocks in order
They’re on the rise this quarter
Beware of certain friends
Who sell you out when everything is free
I know what I am to all of you
And I’ve got all these other things to do
To do

Open up and know enough I’m overused
Everyone I’ve ever loved is easily amused
Go ahead and tell the dead it’s only you
But I am much too old
I am much too old
I am much too old now
Imagine this chaos theory
Makes all the profits leery
Somebody’s showing them the ropes
We used to hang ourselves with
Instead of quiet respite
We choose the noose in lieu of hope
Oh rose red, oh violent blue
I should’ve seen the clues but
This song is dumb and so am I
Character assassinations
Are really observations
Stay home and ask yourself
Why am I so low when I’m so high
So high

Open up and know enough I’m overused
Everyone I’ve ever loved is easily amused
Go ahead and tell the dead it’s only you
But I am much too old
I am much too old
I am much too old now
Yeah
Come on
Open up and know enough I’m overused
Everyone I’ve ever loved is easily amused
Go ahead and tell the dead it’s only you
But I am much too old
I am much too old
I am much too old
I am much too old

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Yah, yah, huh
Yah, yah, yah

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean)
I need a Fanta got syrup
I get the money you heard (huh)
Young nigga hop out the vert
I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch)
I might pop a perc, I might make it work (huh)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Pop me a perc now I’m geeking
Hop out the Maybach I’m sleepy (bitch)
Foreign lil model lil eater
I gotta flex for no reason (huh)
I been in the Maybach flexing
Back in the bando a minute
Pot too hot need a mitten (hot)
I was working in the kitchen (yah)
New wave and we winning (winning)
Counting up 150 (hunnid)
I was dreaming bout a Bentley (woah)
Niggas broke pockets empty (broke)
Fuck is you saying dog?
Why they want a hand out?
Over watch stick the dick in her mouth
Diamonds on me straight knocking you out
Ran off with the plug money
Running through it we blowing money
Can’t trust a bitch might turn on you
Take your hoe and I swerve on you (skrt)
Mixing that Fendi with Gucci
I’m pulling up make a movie (woah)
Pull out I bust on her boobies (huh)
She sucking me don’t want the coochie

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean)
I need a Fanta got syrup (what)
I get the money you heard (huh)
Young nigga hop out the vert (woah)
I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch)
I might pop a perc, I might make it work (huh)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Yah, I had to make it work
They was hating got em hurt (yuh)
You a pussy wear a skirt (bitch)
Need some syrup call the nurse (huh)
Wanna be like me?
VVS got my diamonds on icy (ice)
Maybach with the curtains (what)
You splurging on her is she worth it? (woo)
Think about it, I cannot change for nobody (nah)
Niggas they lame it’s so sorry (lame)
Boutta cash out on that new rari (skrt skrt)
Rich before I got famous (famous)
You haters said I wouldn’t make it (woah)
Now I’m flexing in they faces (flex)
Left wrist 180 (ice)
With jewelry, can’t stop it I’m flexing on TMZ
Shitting on bitches that doubted me
Pulling up right in that two seater (skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt)
Soak it up just like a mop (soak it up)
You wanna cuff her or cop? (woah)
Run it up to the top (top)
Too many racks bands pop
I’m mixing McQueen with the Louis
I got a pack so she groupin
Visa on me go stupid
Young nigga was trapping the cutie (huh)
Now I’m walking round with the check up (check up)
Young nigga got now and next up (woah)
I had to tennis my neck up (tennis)
My diamonds they bite don’t get close up (rich)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean)
I need a Fanta got syrup
I get the money you heard (huh)
Young nigga hop out the vert (woah)
I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch)
I might pop a perc, I might make it work (huh)

Sometimes I be wanting to say "fuck the world!"
I don’t give a fuck!
I’ll shoot it out with all you bitches
Bitches don’t love me
Young black nigga, nigga fighting the world, nigga
Everywhere you go bitches throwing rocks nigga
Man, a nigga in a Lamborghini
Seen a Cuban kilo I was 15
Dealing yayo never had my teeth cleaned
Restricted license but I’m so divisive
I know the snipers and I flow the nicest
Fresher than Groovey Lew at a Coogi shoot
A multiple weapons in my new Gucci boots
The bank account done caught the Holy Ghost
I say the bank account done caught the Holy Ghost
Hot pastrami for my Jewish chicks
Eight days of Christmas, every day a newer gift
I’m Michael Jackson to the rich niggas
That leather jacket, baby, with the 6 zippers
Suicide, or rather crucified
I prophesize your whole crew demise
Mutulu wife reside in Cuba nigga
Shoot you, let you bleed out, it’s how they do it nigga
Huh! Huh!
These niggas don’t believe in God
From this very moment, you should believe in God
Half of my niggas headed to Attica
Either trafficking or destined to be a janitor
Diabetes rampant in my blood line
That why fat boy be happy to see the sunshine
I’m here for results baby let’s cut the chase
Sticky fingers and paper
D.A.’ll drop the case
Art Basel with Lyor I blew 300 with ’em
2 seaters for all the soldiers who running with ’em
Ask 100 women, yeah they wanna hit ’em
I be half awake and still be running in ’em
Two new liter Sprite to get me through the night
Bowling alley in the basement but we still shooting dice
Rich forever, killa take my old advice
Better yet, take my old bitches and mold ’em right
And if I want her back I come and take her back
Santorini Greece, I put it on the map
Some points you niggas gotta be grateful
Mutulu Shakur
I know your dreads touching the floor nigga
We in the last days, these racist agendas
Blatant double standards because I’m a nigga
Jesse Jackson on them people payroll (fuck him)
When you black, lips chapped ’cause the game cold
I’m giving niggas jobs when I sing songs
White man love me when I get my bling on
But you hate me buying real estate in foreign land
Respect my genius, all my people Portishead
Room full of cloaks and they count votes
Million man march and I’m taking notes
Made it to the top, you thought they saw a ghost
Facing tax evasion, niggas sell they soul
So selling dope was the path we chose
And now it’s boats in the Bel-Air rose
Rich niggas and it’s set and stone
Neck rocky, Sylvester Stallone
See me in Capris or them Andes
Santorini, Greece with a dime piece
My money long, you know I’m out your reach
Only fat nigga jogging on the beach
Versace underwear but see the ass crack
Oblivious to how rapid my cash stack
I’m a pistol toter, fuck I’m voting for? (fuck ’em)
If I could, I’d drop a bomb, let’s take em all to war (fuck ’em)
My favorite shorty out of Baltimore (yeah)
Every Chanel you know I bought it for her (I got that)
All the arguments she never called the law
I was never home but hid the money in the walls
Constant visits from the A.T.F
So I copped some cribs in the ATL
Martha Stewart decorated both
Snoop Dogg donated the smoke
This Chinese arithmetic, and it all add up
It all add up
Big Dog, Big Boss
Huh! Huh!