LYRICS:
Yo, I'm just tryna chill, but they all up in my face,
Talkin’ ‘bout my drip like they tryna win a race.
Every time I step out, here they come with the praise,
But all that fake love, man, it’s starting to craze.…
Holy transition that was fire
Let me glaze you king 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩