[Verse 1: BambaShort]
I’ve been thinking 'bout the past
I’ve been stuck inside a cast
Yeah I’m broken, gettin' sad
Always hurtin' really bad
All these girls got me sedated, now I’m feelin' so frustrated
Sick of lies and all the fakin', 'cause I know I cannot take it
So much paper on my hands, feel like Michael Scott, whoa
I been movin' up the line, see you at the top, ooh
Your girl lookin' like a thot
Dedicated 'till I drop
I’m already poppin' off
Boy, you know I’ll never stop
Up and, yeah, comin'
Nothing, now, somethin'
I am, not, bluffin'
They, think, I’m buggin'
You been actin' real suss, puttin' up a real front
You can cut me up but, I’ve already won, uh
[Hook: Q]
Put my thoughts all on this pad, take it, give it to the fans
We don’t fake on all the haters, we straight to you, that’s the plan
If you ain’t with the program, that’s okay we run it back
We been taking out the trash
You might get caught up in that batch
Honesty, you know we don’t lie
Faking ain’t the way that we ride
If you get on the wrong side
We’ll smite you at least you tried, you died
[Verse 2: BambaShort]
I’ve been workin' hard
Reshape, refine the plan
Cause I put up my guard
My pain’s in high demand
These days, it seems you need the clout and drive a Maserati
All these fiends out here, they wanna smash another shawty
Look, I don’t lie about my pain
It might seem so out of place
You can say it to my face, I’m a messed up waste of space
Take your girls all for a ride, throw me out off to the side
Said you care about the guys, shut your mouth, that’s full of lies
Fine, look, throw me out, put her smack dab in the center
You can spend your days with her, talk to her forever ever
Think I need you in my life?
Then you really never knew me
Said I’m causing so much drama?
Then you never knew my feelings
[Hook: Q]
Put my thoughts all on this pad, take it, give it to the fans
We don’t fake on all the haters, we straight to you, that’s the plan
If you ain’t with the program, that’s okay we run it back
We been taking out the trash
You might get caught up in that batch
Honesty, you know we don’t lie
Faking ain’t the way that we ride
If you get on the wrong side
We’ll smite you at least you tried, you died