[Verse 1]
This like a feeling I've felt before
Songs made me some cash, I'ma sell 'em more
Look out for the birds, they say nevermore
I don't want to rap, nah-nah, anymore
And I've felt this before, it's familiar
You've been through some stress and it's killing ya
She be my bitch and she like Bryson Tiller
Only love me 'cause I'm a killer
I sold me like one and I made it back
Life done been shit and I'm hating rap
The people I trusted are opps now
Whole gang, yeah, they scream "Fuck the cops" now
And I hate me like BL!ZZXRD on "Ascend"
I'ma just wait until the end, yeah