| I’ll rock these scars until my soul destroy |
| My neck on froze, heart on zero |
| I wanna lean on you and vent to you |
| Hope you forget everything I said, do you? |
| Hope you forget so they not secrets no more (Oh) |
| I let my tears and my chains drag the floor |
| I was losin' so much faith, turned my back on God |
| Sometimes I really get to thinkin' I’m comfortable numb |
| I’m comfortable numb, I’m comfortable numb, I’m comfortable |
| Come out the slums, original ones, I honor them |
| Where nothin' ain’t promised but money and guns and punishment |
| My music might change, but I’m just maturin', it’s honesty |
| Dropped my first tape 2016, within that timespan, I done seen a whole bunch of |
| shit |
| I’m livin', I’m with it, I’m shinin', I’m different |
| Designer, I’m pickin', we spendin', I’m dizzy |
| Don’t know what move faster, this time or this Demon |
| Devil on my left shoulder, the right one, it’s a deacon |
| Know my flow is sick, Doctor Sebi couldn’t find a treatment |
| Alone, but it’s a room full of people right now I’m seein' |
| Wish you can see it (Oh) |
| Wish you can see it (Oh) |
| Wish you can see it (Oh) |
| Wish you can see it |
| Wish you can see what I’m seein' |
| Wish you can see what I’m seein' |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh |
| Pull up in that Ghost, know they didn’t see it comin' |
| I ran up them bands, this ain’t NFT money |
| Fucked four broads in Dallas in one night, I feel like Dak |
| I know niggas love the plug, but some ranned off like Zack |
| I was broke and snapped back, now I’m back on top like hats |
| Give a fuck about me and these rappers, no, I can’t get on your track |
| Sippin' out the bottle, tryna dodge the can |
| I ain’t gotta walk through TSA, that Rolex came plain |
| I scream, «Fuck love,"now it ain’t no more |
| I can cry an ocean, my wrist metal, it’s a damn shore |
| She ask me did I want some brain? I told her, «Of damn course» |
| Now I got her hooked |
| Drop my top when it be rainin', take that foreign through the mud |
| Aw, yeah, yeah, aw, yeah, yeah |
| Hope the devil don’t take the wheel, 'cause it’s just us |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh |
| Stacked jeans stacked in my genes, my daddy was a hustler |
| Stacks in my jeans |
| I’ll rock these scars until my soul destroy |
| My neck on froze, heart on zero |
| I’m comfortable numb, I’m comfortable numb, I’m comfortable |
| Come out the slums, original ones, I honor them |
| Where nothin' ain’t promised but money and guns and punishment |
| Alone, but it’s a room full of people right now I’m seein' |
| Wish you can see it (Oh) |
| Wish you can see it (Oh) |
| Wish you can see it (Oh) |
| Wish you can see it |