I'm a good pretender Won't you come see my show? Oh, I'm insecure, I'm insecure I think I like what I'm supposed to Like what I'm supposed to I don't even mess with drugs I do that 'cause you say it's dope to You say it is dope to 'Cause I'm just like you

Your voice has stolen my soul, soul, soul I'm afraid of everyone, I'm afraid of everyone I don't have the drugs to sort it out, sort it out With my kid on my shoulders I try Not to hurt anybody I like But I don't have the drugs to sort Soul soul soul

Give you a halo At your neck, ready or not I got cashflow, bitch droppin' the ass low Ride dick like a lasso Me and Pluto, astronauts Just like a astronaut We don't detox Playin' in the mud, all these drugs

Move bitch, a nigga need a little space Ayy, damn this beat got bass I been on the fo' block, I been on the A Gun upon my waist like I'm tryna catch a case Stank look on my face, that's too much drugs and drank What you think I do? I buy more drugs and

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's But there's a

I don't wanna be nothing like you I don't wanna be anything like you I don't wanna be just like you I don't wanna be-e-e just like you I don't wanna become just like you Look, I don't wanna be no fuck nigga I don't wanna sell drugs, nigga I don't wanna

You and me tonight (You and me tonight) It’s what we gonna do Do you like love, do you like love? Yeah well me too, me too Do you like drugs, do you like drugs Yeah, well me too, me too, me too, me too Do you like drugs? Have you ever felt alone? Do you

You never call me when you're sober Pour me one more, then another Keep me love drunk When I'm, when I'm, with you, with you Come on, tell me do you want me Do you need me like drugs need money Tell me once more who's your love for? Clearly I'm not

And I got all the drugs in the world that you need We get high to pass time but bitch I ain't no fiend I got money on my mind, I be stacking my green Shawty said she like my style, I be dripping with ease Please don't send me naked pictures, I don't like

These streets ain't so pretty What good would that be Would you like me if I had a gun Dodging cops always on the run now Getting caught up over petty drama Selling drugs to somebody's momma I'm telling you these streets ain't I swear everything that