Where Do I Start? Lyrics

Quit acting like you always had fans

It's just me and gang I don't even have friends

The girl of my dreams giving a lap dance

Couldn't even talk to her then

I blew her back in

Hit it reverse and went back in

Used to be bummy way back then

We used to be broke that was past tense

Now you want me that don't make sense

Don't want to be stuck with a

Aye, Yuh

Rani is coming in clutch

He got them backends

I cannot hang I'm in the studio

Lately I'm tapped in

Let em' all know who we are

Talked to momma and I told her, her baby a star

Got no regard

Play with my heart and I'll tear it apart

Lifes good

Where do I start?

Out of pocket just a little bizarre

Pull up in fleets of too many cars, yeah

Know you're overwhelmed and I'm over that

You look stressed out and I'm so relaxed

I sent you messages I was fucked up so don't open that

I been coping on my own

Ballin' on my own, preaching on a song

Doing right, writing rights and wrongs

It cost too much I ain't doing free songs

Damn

Massage seats what I'm sitting in

I don't go to parties I ain't fitting in

She wants me to go with her just to get her in

Somehow now I'm ignorant

Never talked it up but I was building shit

Popped out now I'm killing this

I know my home girls really feeling this

They don't gotta question cause they know where my hearts at

I'm far from it but I come off like Yung Rani all that

I'd give it up and I don't want nun nun back

Your car ain't all that

I hate to break it to you I was reading up on your car fax

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Quit acting like you always had fans

It's just me and gang I don't even have friends

The girl of my dreams giving a lap dance

Couldn't even talk to her then

I blew her back in

Hit it reverse and went back in

Used to be bummy way back then

We used to be broke that was past tense

Now you want me that don't make sense

Don't want to be stuck with a

Aye, Yuh

Rani is coming in clutch

He got them backends

I cannot hang I'm in the studio

Lately I'm tapped in

Let em' all know who we are

Talked to momma and I told her, her baby a star

Got no regard

Play with my heart and I'll tear it apart

Lifes good

Where do I start?

Out of pocket just a little bizarre

Pull up in fleets of too many cars, yeah