FUEL

Show me a dime, I'll show you who's spent her

Tendency, not to tend to her feelings

Know this grind, don't come with a printer

Chasing paper like a 100-yard sprinter

I'm from the trenches, the coldest of winters

Raised off love, yeah, that's a big difference

Thought you were smart, you seem a little denser

Then I remember, are you a pretender

Nah, these wrists ain't made for surrender

Been lit off these apps, and I ain't never been tinder

Maybe you used to a nigga more simper

I'm used to a life more simpler