BETTER OFF ALONE

They wanna make me mad, run around catch these rads

I'm just tryna be modest, they wanna make me sad

50 round the mag, 50 gram the bag, Feed in to the nonsense, your mama thinks I'm bad

Perc, the pill, 10 milligies the meds, I'm hurt, I'm ill, it'll get to you if you let it

Put me first, I will, bitch I meant it if i said it

Sippin syrup, I feel better when I'm not in my head

Nah, for real, I get to thinkin' on my own

I do it all for you, you can have it when I'm gone

Stop and chill, no you stay too long you freeze

I see right through you, why you tryin' to lie to me