sad what its come to Lyrics

Mad what they gone do, bags, I just accrue

These niggas act like females, it's so sad, what it's come to

Wish on ios, I shake my past, just to undo

Thought I found the one, it turned out bad, think I fumbled

Never knew that you would switch, you hit my phone acting brand new

You used to keep it real, and that's what's changed, I won't hold you

I took you from the lames, more then 1 time, and help Mold you

And somehow, I'm the one you turned yo back back on and was cold to

But I digress not trippin', imma smoke this blunt and space out

I'm pulling down more cake now

I'm focused I can't stay out

I'm behind, on my way now

I chose to go the cake route

But God 1st, I can't stray out

He supplies all my rays now

Don't want friends, can't do fake pals

Could blow up any day now

Don't trip up run with pace now

I chose to go the safe route

Been wanting since a toddler

Was trippin', I can't lie but

You stretch shit, wembanyama

Want be bigger then Obama

My girl she call she papa

I'm only like 5'9 bruh

But throw hands, if I got to

Will send niggas with llamas

It's pulling, this a opp blunt

Don't let these niggas stop ya

These bullets they will stop ya

I'm balling for the dollars

Hate meeting a baddie, then she RAN through, NO

Balling on these Niggas like I'm arroyo

I come thru with headphones I want no photos

Know niggas that'll shoot you, nigga no b-roll

Mad what they gone do, bags, I just accrue

These niggas act like females, it's so sad, what it's come to

Wish on ios, I shake my past, just to undo

Thought I found the one, it turned out bad, think I fumbled

Turned out bad think I fumbled, ya

Turned out bad think I fumbled, ya

But nah

I'm behind, on my way now

I chose to go the cake route

But God 1st, I can't stray out

He supplies all my rays now