Well, my first time, let's see
Woke up with the sun today
It's another sunny day
I went past my mama crib, 90210, L.A.​​
Bought that shit six months ago
I'm set for life, yeah, some would say
But every day, I wake up scared
That it could be taken from me
I'm not givin' nothin' back
I got used to gettin' paid
But no one ever told me
What I'd have to sacrifice for fame
I'm just tryin' not to go insane
But I got all this weight on me
And I just wanna run away
I don't wanna hear from you
I'm losin' my temper now
Get the fuck up off my phone
I don't wanna hear from ya
Went to Mexico for like six days
Camе back and now I still feel
The same way
Fucked up, in pain
Likе, why the fuck
I spent a hundred fifty on this plane
Like, why the fuck
I spent two hundred sixty on these chains
Like, how am I so paranoid
I bulletproofed my range
Shit don't make no sense
I mean, the pressure's immense
I'm nineteen, tryna navigate money and stress
Weird industry friends
And my family life is intense
And my girl is always upset
'cause I'm always fuckin' workin'
Shit, I expect some respect
Can't even go on the 'net
Without someone goin' for my neck
I forget that I'm blessed
I pray to God
I hope it's a test
'cause I've been givin' so much
I don't know what I got left
Hold on, baby, check the score
Why the hell you talkin' for
How many weeks on Billboard
Top ten, like forty-four, um
That's just one song and plus my albums
There's a couple more
Walked in Louis, bought the store
Model bitch, she love couture
All that sneak dissin' on the internet
You must be bored
Want my reaction
But my time's some shit you can't afford
I paid like way too much
For these diamonds
These bitches ain't floored
I wake up and thank the Lord
Brand-new drink, I sip and pour it up
Uh, I do not really give a fuck
Maybach truck, I pulled it off
And I'm sorry
And I do not really give a fuck
When I get high
I just get stuck and I'm sorry
I am, I am, I am
I am, I am, I am
Sorry, sorry