| I’ma tell you one last time |
| It’s your girl, not mine |
| Yeah |
| I’ma tell you one last time |
| It’s your girl, not mine |
| You can have her it’s okay (Yeah) |
| All night, she’s been on your mind |
| Staying out, getting high while you’re lying at your place |
| If she takes one more line, then she’ll be fine with a smile on her face |
| Dear Jesus, help her for Heaven’s sake |
| I’m a believer, fell for the devil’s ways |
| It’s a world full of sinnrs laying in bed awake |
| Dealing with dmons, they come in whatever shape |
| I stay by the beach 'cause this world so cold |
| I got all I need and I keep that close |
| All she want is me, you already know |
| She belong to the streets, they don’t got a soul |
| Dear Jesus, help her for Heaven’s sake, yeah |
| She need ya like I need a fucking break |
| This lifestyle keeps on controlling me |
| Can you see the toll it takes? |
| Lord, please keep the homies safe |
| We ain’t gon' sleep 'til the sun rise |
| Party 'til we all see daylight |
| I’m drinking too much on the weekends |
| Catch me as I fall into the deep end |
| All night, she’s been on your mind |
| Staying out, getting high while your lying at your place |
| If she takes one more line, then she’ll be fine with a smile on her face |
| Dear Jesus, help her for Heaven’s sake |
| I’m a believer, fell for the devil’s ways |
| It’s a world full of sinners laying in bed awake |
| Dealing with demons, they come in whatever shape |
| Yeah, they come in whatever shapes |
| I can’t deal with all of mine, I had to delegate |
| Tried to keep 'em all inside to be your saving grace |
| But I broke a promise I said I’d never break |
| Sold out on the road, I had to celebrate |
| Burning through the money like it’s cellophane, yeah |
| The fire rising higher than I’ll ever sing (Than I’ll ever sing) |
| Find me your supplier, we need everything (Yeah we need everything) |
| I got money in the dryer 'cause I wash my jeans (Bitch, I wash my jeans) |
| I’m a fly clothes buyer with low self-esteem (Yeah) |
| Bitch, I’m high profile (Bitch, I’m high profile) |
| You could bite my style, still can’t fuck with me |
| You could bite my style, still can’t fuck with me |