BETTER OFF ALONE

They wanna make me mad, run around catch these rads I'm just tryna be modest, they wanna make me sad 50 round the mag, 50 gram the bag, Feed in to the nonsense, your mama thinks I'm bad Perc, the pill, 10 milligies the meds, I'm hurt, I'm ill, it'll get to you if you let it Put me first, I will, bitch I meant it if i said it Sippin syrup, I feel better when I'm not in my head Nah, for real, I get to thinkin' on my own I do it all for you, you can have it when I'm gone Stop and chill, no you stay too long you freeze I see right through you, why you tryin' to lie to me They wanna make me mad, run around catch these rads I'm just tryna be modest, they wanna make me sad 50 round the mag, 50 gram the bag, Feed in to the nonsense, your mama thinks I'm bad What made you wanna ask how I'm feelin' now I've been stackin all my cash way up to the ceilin' down I'm going to put on my mask, feelin' like a villain now If you ain't first you're last, pull up then we're peelin' out They wanna make me mad, run around catch these rads I'm just tryna be modest, they wanna make me sad 50 round the mag, 50 gram the bag, Feed in to the nonsense, your mama thinks I'm bad Got plenty in the catalog to figure out what I make There's so many I can set it off on December 8 Keep it cool, it's been long since I haven't been alone It's nothin' new, on my own, send my money through the phone They wanna make me mad, run around catch these rads I'm just tryna be modest, they wanna make me sad 50 round the mag, 50 gram the bag, Feed in to the nonsense, your mama thinks I'm bad