[Verse 1]
When sh*t gets real, then everybody paparazzi
Blood is on your hand when you didn’t catch the body
Beam me Scottie, get me far away from all these clout chasers
Whipping out your phones when somebody is in danger
Look, think a second ‘for the pressures on you
Because x could’ve lived if somebody just put some pressure on him
sh*t is sickening, a state raw conditioning; I guess murders something normal when it on your Twitter screen
Mother f*ck a good semaritan, a bunch of weak ass hoes looking like need some keratin
Furious at this embarrassment
So I guess it’s welcome to America, the wrong experiment
[Hook]
I’m saying f*ck these hoes
I never trust these hoes
Until they touch my soul
They never love me though
They saying f*ck me tho
Until it’s just my soul
[Verse 2]
They never love you til your gone
So you best believe I’m living to the inside these songs, yuh
What’s been taking so long
You been on for bouta a decade when I'm kicked into ya throne
A bunch of b*tch ass haters, I know a couple of your fans that think your b*tch ass made it, look
I know my ass ain’t famous but your stats telling stories bout your cash, where it at
Cause I know your numbers jumping on somebody else’s profile. I already got ya throne so know we coming at your throat now
No free sh*t, point blank period
Try to lock me in a skill set, I got a myriad
Fake support I am not hearing it
Dropping off my homies when their numbers started nearing in
sh*t is business mother f*ckers catching feelings
I’m gonna keep on pushing hard until their tired of their ceilings b*tch
[Hook]
I’m saying f*ck these hoes
I never trust these hoes
Until they touch my soul
They never love me though
They saying f*ck me tho
Until it’s just my soul