6 Months

Told that girl I'ma be rich in six months, she ain't believe in me

Now I'm on IG, switching the scenery, this shit ain't a dream to me

She in my DMs, talking bout she missing me, talking bout she needing me

Fucked up my heart, but i ran up a bag, I text her, "thank you for meeting me"

She ask why I ain't pressed by shit she did, that's just the P in me

You doing too much we ain't even gotta pop out, just stay low-key with me

If it ain't bout bread, I don't wanna talk, just keep it street with me

This ice on me, it's cold as hell, like hell, I keep that heat with me

You walking around, pockets loose like Kraft, I keep that cheese with me

These niggas ain't even my opps, they just jealous, got secret beef with me