(They won't let me out) They won't let me out, they won't let me out They won't let me out no, they won't let me out (I'm locked up) (They won't let me out, no) I'm locked up (My nigga I'm locked up) I'm steady tryna find a motive

The way she put that pussy on me, I feel helpless And I want that pussy to myself, I'm selfish (true) Say she want a nigga like me that's wealthy Try to stay away from her but I can't help it I'm so helpless (Please help me, huh, somebody please help me)

Niggas tryna buy my style, but it ain't in the mall That shit look like a mall My bitch act so boujee, now she don't even like the mall My closet designer down, that shit look like a mall (s'Gucci) My bitch act so boujee, now she don't even like the mall

Soon as I thought I was having a good time This nigga think he slick See, everybody trying hit me with the homie convo And the homie convo Turn into the money convo (I ain't gon' beat around the bush my nigga Let a nigga borrow a couple hundred dollars

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

Think I ran into a dead end Come and save me, I feel threatened Ain't no point in using weapons, no I'm at war with my reflection, uh Come and help me, I feel threatened I'm tired of that shit, nigga, shut up Niggas ain't tryna hear none of that

Gotta make it home to my baby I bet I'mma make it home to my baby Picture me rollin' tippin' my chaueffer Niggas look jealous, you gotta control it Reachin' my quota, mixin' my soda Feeling connected to God, tryna get closer Steppin' on roshes, me in my

Oh, I want it, yeah Whenever you need my help I'll hold you down, oh Oh, you want it, yeah Why in the fuck these niggas Try and hold me down, oh We the baddest nigga, we the baddest nigga We the baddest nigga

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony I'm from

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball) You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no Me, I'm like a pilot, G5 Jet I'm fly as shit Bitches be on my dick, designer threads, I'm fly as shit Nigga every law and every rule I break Feds tryna watch the