P1 Lyrics

I already know what the problem is

I just been doing this shit for so long

I'm wrong, I fucked up my tolerance

I'm putting my blood and withdraw in these songs I'm on

And done it with confidence

No matters what's done, they talking shit

Only give a fuck about Moms and em

I don't give a fuck about time of day, I'm up

I'm splitting an O with myself, I'm fucked

I'm into the finer things these days

Like I got designer taste, I'm lush

I got some shit on the way

I been out of the way

I was trying to convince you I loved you, I'm sorry

But I gotta come up on my lonely, besides what's in my cup

I can't fuck with you, if you switched up

I done bled with you but guess not enough

Split bread with you but just not enough

Was in bed but I ain't sleep long enough

In the midst, almost sent this shit up, like the end

I was testing my luck, in the end

Might as well live this shit up with my twin

Like, we'll never give up

I'm mixing this shit, fuck it

I'm sending it raw, this shit could never get cut

Restless, they keep testing him

Too bad these bitches keep flunking

Shouts to mama, she done predicted this shit

And told me to get what I want

The World in my palms, huh

I dribble the ball, yeah

If I miss it, I dunk

Give me my one, give me my one

Give me my one

If this shit is a game, dawg

You playing for gain or you playing for fun

I'm playing for both and just so you know

The score not even close

I don't mean to brag but

I feel like the shit and

Just thought you should know