Fly

So many fake friends, fake follow me So many break-ins, safe without you

I'm tired of the fight and I can't go for round two

You throw line in my face but judge me when I tell the truth

Fighting demons before I close my eyes I'm clutching on my pole but it's not cause

I'm scared to die I know I'm young as hell but now I'm numb

Can't even cry Kinda hurting inside but that's why I stay

fly Getting money automatic

Po' Wacky and Po' Majors It's designer drug habit

Told a hoe to get me facetime I'll pay for your new lashes

All in the H with my lit bullshit bitch She love to call me ratchet