GFY

You can get wrecked You were not down for the set You never thought you were blessed Now I'm up next Back in our day, you used to question the flex Used to love Jeff, never loved Bezz You should confess I was at work doing my best You were upset Believed I was getting the neck Then came the threats I was just thinking I'm better off dead Dreaming of putting the barrel to head Then I decided to pop You started smoking the rock I started making the money Making a lot People like "Damn, what do you do for a job?" What is the cost? How you be getting the guap? How you be acting a boss? How you be putting the dick in the jaws? I need to stop, I need to pause I was just looking for cause You were the purpose You had me feeling I didn't deserve it Feeling so worthless I took my pain, wrote in verses Actively trying to balance my burdens Abra cadabra, shit started working All was so tight like I'm fucking on virgins I stopped believing in curses GRAYSIDE, tatted in cursive (Yuh) Money is all that I worship We hit a lick, call it a sermon We flip the script, call it a service Shoutout my ex, that bitch is nervous Straight up a clown, belong in a circus She like a fan flaming the furnace She is a snake, a lowly lil serpent Go F*ck Yourself & do it on purpose UGH (Go f*ck yourself Do it on purpose, ugh...)