Sad on your motherfuckin b-day? Bitch, what the fuck?
Dont you realize you poppin?
Every time you walk in the room you break necks
Necks? But you tellin me you sad on your motherfuckin b-day
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I sit here and tell you my problems
Thats how this work, right?
Im sposed to be open and honest
But I got time, right?
My niggas having sessions and Im doin sessions
Cant man up if masculinity your only weapon
Man, Ive thought about suicide a hundred times
But, Id hate to disappoint and see my mama cry
Birthdays these days be the worst days
Cause I know Im getting older and not happier
Me and my father love each other but we barely show it
He hates that I left home and the lawn is now his to mow it
He look at my generation and think that fashions over
I kill my sister if she ever model Fashion Nova True
Im always on a flight, or Im in a hurry
I miss when losing my virginity was my only worry
Back when putting on a condom had me really scary
And milkshakes were the only time wed eat a cherry
I think learning how to eat pussy from someone who eat pussy
Is better than learning from someone who doesnt
And thats word to my ex
And thats word to my tongue
And thats word to the woman
Who had my heart beatin drums Drums, drums
Yeah, love is what I cherished and Miss Parrish
Flew all the way to Paris and we made out on my terrace
I kept it on the low low, cause I was in love
And the shade I had in my room was already enough
Im going on some dates and Im making some plans
But its hard to find some love if the girl is a fan
And after we fuck, she want a picture with me
She got me feeling like Paper Boi, but I cry when she leaves, yeah
These intros aint meant to be bangers
They meant for you and me so well never end up as strangers
Will Ferrells ass cant even handle this weather
Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever
I said, I said, these intros aint meant to be bangers
They meant for you and me so well never end up as strangers
Will Ferrells ass cant even handle this weather
Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever, yeah
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, woo
Yes sir, yeah, look Skrrt
Boy, you looking big mad
When you see a young brother up in first class
And you damn right my ego like LaVar Ball
They hate to see a black man who cant get blackballed
I said my paper long Yuh
My paper long Yuh
You damn right, bitch Bitch
My paper long Yuh
Its that yellow, mellow, fellow, yeah, that Yellowstone
Play the cello for the fellows, fake as silicone
I went from plaque in my teeth
To having plaques on the wall
Gold album, with platinum records who woulda thought
Young nigga, like Jigga, tryna make me a boss
Ill take my mama to Louis
And take your girl to the Ross, nigga
Back in the motherfuckin building Yuh
Your boo thing want my children Yuh
My net worth gon be a billion Bih
Shorty gimme head like ceiling True
Dick disappear chameleon True
And like Im motherfuckin rollin
My whip bought, its not stolen
These intros aint meant to be bangers
They meant for you and me so well never end up as strangers
Will Ferrells ass cant even handle this weather
Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever, yeah
Hey Doc, do I tell em how I actually feel?
Or do I see a therapist and numb the pain with the pills
They swear niggas play tough wont even smile in mirrors
And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error
Friday nights, where them broke niggas ball out
And Amin be the name that your girlfriend gon call out Call out
To all my niggas with some melanin
Let your feelings settle in
If you feelin worthless
You should probably go and tell a friend, yeah
Yeah, but, I should take that advice
This year has been crazy
What the fuck is my life?
My best friend got married
You can bet that I cried
I met Spike and Brad Pitt, no malls, Im Saks Fifth, nigga
Get your shit together, and turn the fuck up!