Section 8 just straight cooked the motherfucker up
Let's go

Tell me where it all ends
The bigger you get, you feel like all the problems, deserve 'em
But that's where it begins (Yeah)
Too many strangers try to give me daps and hugs
But they are not my friends
Gimme my flowers, right now, while I'm walkin' this Earth
And forgive me for my sins (Yeah)
Forgive me my sins (Go)

I know I got problems and you got some problems, too
And if you ain't livin' right, demons gon' follow you
I'm in my feelings and don't wanna bother you
Don't wanna bother you, I need a bottle, too
Fuck on an actress and fuck on a model, too
Talk to the heavens, you know I'ma cry to you
Talk to the heavens, you know I'ma cry to you
I cannot lie to you, you know they proud of you (Let's go)

You know they listenin', you know they stalkin' you
You know they peepin' when you drop a album, too
Roll me some kushy and flow like some Auto-Tune
I need to vent, yeah, I gotta see mama soon
Fuck on these bitches for extra credit
I done make me some money, I keep a debit
Gotta keep me some bread, I'm talkin' lettuce
Don't be talkin' to feds, they out to get us
I be puttin' my heart on these tracks
I swear all these niggas ain't harder than that
Bank account zero, I started with that
She wanna argue, not arguin' back
I just be needin' my time, 'cause I ain't got time
'Cause time don't wait on nobody
Want all my dawgs to be rich like Roddy
Bro how you feelin'? Let's smoke out the lobby (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Lately been feelin' like I'm trapped like I'm Gotti
Don't want the pussy, I take all the sloppy
Genius gon' flex in a new Maserati
I know I'm next, who the fuck gonna stop me?
I cannot make up my mind, I'm tired of music, I just wanna quit
But if I quit, I'd never be shit
Can't work a job, but I work a bitch (Yeah)
Livin' my dream, yeah that's what I get (Yeah)

Tell me where it all ends
The bigger you get, you feel like all the problems, deserve 'em
But that's where it begins (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too many strangers try to give me daps and hugs
But they are not my friends (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gimme my flowers, right now, while I'm walkin' this Earth
And forgive me for my sins (Yeah)
Forgive me my sins (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go)

I know I got problems and you got some problems, too
And if you ain't livin' right, demons gon' follow you
I'm in my feelings and don't wanna bother you
Don't wanna bother you, I need a bottle, too
Fuck on an actress and fuck on a model, too
Talk to the heavens, you know I'ma cry to you
Talk to the heavens, you know I'ma cry to you
I cannot lie to you, you know they proud of you

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