Bipolar Lyrics

She'll do it for the gram mhh

I do this for the fam mh

She told me I ain't man enough

As if I don't deserve to be loved

So I worked on myself

Took care of my health

Stackin' up my wealth

Her words no longer hurt

But I will not forget how they felt

She didn't want me at my worst

But now I'm top shelf

Get the fuck out my face

I no longer have your time

I've been married to the game, only faithful to the grind

I'd be capping right now if I told you we all shine

Cuz there's so many people who just ain't been doin' fine

I've been doin' better since I stopped givin' these girls my heart

I don't pay no mind

I ain't in love with you

I only love what you do

Don't ask me bout love

I don't have no clue

My head's so clouded that's because of you

If you said "I want you" would it really be true?

She's a bitch so I charge her to the game, lil hoe

Finna diss me on my name, lil hoe

Wanna be part of my fame

Countin' racks up in my case

I'm so paranoid I hope that it's all safe

No these hoes cannot be saved

But that's fine I'm gettin' payed

Hittin' PR's at the gym

I'm so focused on my shit

Just improving on my ways

Gettin' better everyday

Got these chains up on my neck

Different colors like I'm gay

Said I won't be shit

I'm so fueled by what they say

Money in my jeans

Don't do Henny I want lean

Stackin' up my green

I'm not worried bout my fees

Living life like it's a breeze

Wrist so frozen two degrees

I don't wanna hear them plead

Came a long way from this shit

"RPZ 74410"

He wanna do a feature

Told him link with you for sure

But I heard about his mixtape

Seven seconds I got bored

She thought that we could hook up with no love

But I hit it once now she want more

I'm feeling myself like I lost my keys

Thankin' the lord when I'm on my knees

I'm doing the most why can't you see?

Countin' it up I stacks my P's

I feel myself I pop out

I do this till I blackout

I'm workin' till I pass out

Oh shit she got her ass out

Rah ta ta ta pa pow

No job but I am linked in

She dreams bout what I'm thinking

I think bout what her kink is

But I'm just steady pimping

I'm focused on my riches

Matrix I'm bout my digits

She's wet like it's Pacific

So it feels like skinny dipping

I'm shooting all my shots

Wait I feel like Scotty Pippen

She does it for the gram

Me I do it for the fam

She told me I ain't man enough

As if you ever needed love

It ain't my fault you just got pity-fucked

My new bitch is a model

Throw it back on tippy-toes

I don't think bout what it was

Getting high up to the ozone

I ain't talking Izotope

If you beg me I suppose I might give it to you both

But it's money over hoes

And family over money so don't try to take my throne