One of Few

I've never been lonely, I got all my racks

My energy got you attached

Been moving in sync with my bros

And we bagging them hoes like we dogs and we eating out cats

Facts

Boy, take a chill pill, relax

You fiend on the gram but in face won't react

You so big on the phone on some "I'll send you home to your mama"

Boy, start acting and stop talking cap

Closest must be bipolar, the way it throw fits

Hoes calling me baby like I came out a crib