Bleed

God I'm tired of the haters who pretend to be my friend

They don't love me all they ever want is just to see the end

Of my happiness and every other thing I hold dear

It's really not fair  but that's how it is

I know some of y'all wanna see me dead

You be saying different things tryna get into my head

I'm a hustler for real, I'm tryna get my daily bread

With the fame on the side, that's like butter as the spread

All my long nights and the hard days

I keep praying to God I'm gon blow up someday

I am not rich but its okay

I get what I want I just swipe and pay