You can miss me with that fake shit How you real but writin' statements? Money in my hands, spend it all then I replace it My gang in the buildin', we came up from dirty basements Nigga try to beef with us, we left him in the pavement Take a puff and all

I'm fallin' Now I'm in over my head with something I said Completely misread I'm better off dead And now I can see How fake you can be This hypocrisy is beginning to get to me Over my head

You don't know how it feels To be misunderstood To reach for the sky I thought you never would But I'm bleeding, and my hands are bruised From the grip that I once had on you And I'm open for a new way Because there's not much more that I can fake This