Priorities

Bitch say that she want me but she had her chance One day we gonna make it and that's a bet She stayed sleep played me down just like I'm a friend Now I'm up she wants my heart I told her go to bed Keep all of that nonsense I ain't having it Go and entertain fuckboys while I make these bands Give a f*ck about how you feel because you done had your chance Now I'm steady focused on racks and getting in my bag Give a damn about no hoe because tell me how's that make me rich In her feelings getting dick from some privileged punk prick Getting fucked scream my name while you ride him to my music He busts quick not satisfied you hit my line clueless That bitch say that she want me but she had her chance I'm focused on my craft I don't need no friends I'm through with wasting all my time on these heartless tricks Got too much on my plate for me to love again Yo forget all of that love shit it just hurts you in the end The only thing that heals the pain is working on my music Dropped weed sobered up stayed numb forget they used me Memories left stained from all the time spent losing Funny how things change but the damage stays the same For a minute I was drowning and lost inside my brain Now I'm back better than ever watch me f*ck up this game With my soul intact I'll come up without the help of snakes Industry is fake just like the love you gave They gonna gas you up with praise and then spit hate in your face Make one wrong move and then get labeled disgrace I'm rocking solo without a care to what anybody say Bitch say that she want me but she had her chance Looking at my wrist and at just how it dance On big pussy we gonna make it and that's a bet Give a f*ck about no hoe and that's a fact