Grammy Weeknd

All these people creeping out the woods like leaches

Soon as they see numbers I can feel em reaching

Now I'm feeling like the grammy's cutting out The Weeknd

I ain't let you in my circle I'm not here to pretend

Stop it, get the fuck out of my pockets

I get ticked off every time I drop hits

In the public dealing with the non-sense bullshit that been filling up my comments

If you had a clue, what we had to do, just to make it through this

Then you would take a step back before you go typing all of that shit