Not Right

I be beggin' on my knees when I'm not right

Stop light, it don't ever seem like it's not bright

At least I let these racks bust out my jeans and my guap tight

And at least I got like 50 million streams, that's the top, right?

And I've always told you, I ain't had no need for the spotlight

I remember back then I used to be sweet, now it's on sight

Getting really sick of fighting demons, like all night

I can't even seem to go to sleep on the top flight

And this shit is really cutting me too deep, need peroxide

And no matter how far that I try to go, I cannot hide

They wanted me to give up my soul, so they flock, right?