EST J

Grandma called say she proud of me but I ain't done enough

Mama stressed say she tired of working time to run it up

I'm the oldest son no time for feelings gotta keep 'em tucked

Bitches crying pouring out they heart but I don't feel nothin

Dusse with the music only time I get a chill button

Time is money play with either one I feel like killing somethin

Love ain't meant for me I locked my heart up for like ten summers

Moving synchronized with all my niggas like some line drummers

Only motivation I get lately is from my nightmares

Show me that you different from these bitches and I might care

Said it ain't gon' fly so ima take a couple kites there

Just to test my luck so if you curious I'm right there