You make me this way What more can I say? You left me this scar on my heart You say I'm trippin', bullshit You're the one to make me do shit You're the one to make me feel it The feeling of stupid I was in your corner When you were putting me through shit

Hit the radio We can make a, make a video Now I'm a star I can't seem to get you off my mind Turn on the station, but I'm still facing you and Everbody seem to lost their mind It's hard to handle, so I, change the channel on the Radio, 'cause internet

Yeah, we all fall down The higher we fly the harder it feels when we hit the ground What makes a man work until it's kids too old to kiss and hug He won't climb another imaginary mountain when he is in love enough What makes a man build a kingdom all

Man, oh my God Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (hot) Make 'em spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (pop it) Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it Little thottie, got her

Sometimes I scare myself, myself Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help Shit can get menacin', frightenin', find help Tweakin', tweakin' off that 2CB, huh? Is he gon' make it? TBD, huh Thought I was gon' run, DMC, huh? I done died and lived

A billion hits is what I'll get That's what I'm gonna get Well I know that I'll make it Never put my head down T-t-turn it up loud 'Cause I don't have to fake it If I keep on working it

If you're feelin' what I'm feelin' let's mix it up, You got my number baby hit me up, If you need a little late night pick me up, We ain't gotta make up just kiss me, We could straight up blame it on the whiskey, You ain't gotta wake up and miss me, no,

Probably make a mil with her Faded, swear to God I'm faded My bitch educated, had her clients pay the payment She don't need a damn thing, my bitch look like Tammy Toe Hit the strip like every week plus we burn up half an O It's that life that got no

(Hard times) (Hard times) gonna make you wonder why you even try (Hard times) gonna take you down and laugh when you cry (These lives) and I still don't know how I even survive When I hit the ground (Hard times) (hard times) All that I want Tell my

I keep my wits 'bout me Especially right now, I got a rich bounty I can tell that you don't give a shit 'bout me I keep the same people that's been 'round me Yeah, a lot changed but I'm still the same old me I'd still rather make a song than go to KOD