Bliss Of The Decline (feat. Barnes)

Hoes try to talk a lot, but they ain't really watch a lot Knew that from the jump, because they never gave a f*ck or not If I'm down or I'm up, so I do what they never thought Pick the pack and hustle, trapping by my lonely I ain't have no homies, I ain't have no where to go Forgiveness is a lonely road In a truer sense, I've been in my zone Trying to maintain everything I know about me and the hoes So, I've been trying to own my life in a way where it change for the game All hoes be the same, heartbreak, never change Entertain my life with the pain, but they left with a stain Snow bunnies want to say they see me every way But, never on the worst day Trying to be who I am when it's in the worst way People want to talk down on my name, but they ain't in my shoes And, they ain't ever done what I really do It took a lot for me to get to where I'm at, just for loose change and used shoes Packs in the mail, wonder who it's from, like it's Blue's Clues Goddamn, I could talk about the past if I wanted to But, I ain't really see a point since my future really comin' through Five-k in a month, fingers turning blue From the Benjis, and the work locked in like glue Talk shit, but I am who I am, got no time to lose Talk a lot of shit, but you can't be me I'm the best at what I do, yeah, I make it easy Wonder how you really do, like Stevie But, I ain't got no time for that, like GG No matter what I do, they impressed On the mic, so hype Like I'm Mike, no type, but I'm right All the time because I fight in the night For a bright future and a place where it's nice all the time Palm trees in the grass Cool breeze in the summer Nice girl with an ass, that don't sound like a bummer Done a lot, if she not, then f*ck her Feel good where I'm at, I'm a runner Like a track star, TikTok, put that on my mother You can't make bands with no hands Like me, with my plan, because I'm the man OnlyFans with you goddamn, I can't do that again I did all this shit for money Best believe I ain't a dummy Went through a lot of shit to get a bag, now they say they love me Tell me what you get for making that, or maybe we can run it I ain't gonna talk if there's no money, especially if I ain't done it F*ck what you think, you ain't seen the real me Move my money in silence, I got a DD You ain't know how I'm styling, I'm sipping Fiji Oh baby, I don't think you want to see me