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Nobody

 

Nobody


Ain't answering nobody
In the crib, cut the world off, I feel like a homebody
I don't care, you a nobody
Fighting demons with angels, but know I'm alone probably
I don't Can't get in no parties
I do drugs by myself, bitch, I'm throwing my own parties
Yeah, I ain't tripping 'bout not a thing
I got karma for everything, but I was wrong probably
Somebody better let all this pain out
I been built, I can't let all of the rage out
Blood lover, she keep pulling a blade out
Cut her arms like she cutting a page out
I was stressing, but I'm feeling okay now
Still can't say that I'm in a good place now
Shit took flight and I can go outta' state now
In a Sprinter, don't fuck with the Greyhounds

New designer, used to put on that Sprayground
They was patting me 'bout me, I'm paid now
Hit the 'telly like a mattress, get laid down
Give her dick in the back wit' her face down
My white boy a shooter, might spin off a skateboard
And he owe me, that hit, really paid for it
Every time I blew a bag, I just made more
I can't fold under pressure, I'm made for it
Heart been on fire, more heat than Miami
I thought they showed me love, but they scammed me
I'm on my shit, and that's why they can't stand me
Chasing money, ain't chasing no Grammys
New whip for momma and one for my granny
Pops want a two-seater, fuck a back seat
I want a bitch who ass so fat it smash me
I'm still the player, ain't no other plan B
High as shit, I'm sicker than Corona
Knocked out, medication coma
Send shots like bartenders on her
I be taking off when I wanna
Please don't pull my card, 'cause I'm on that
Taking niggas stuff if I want that
Momma, I'm a star, tell 'em quote that
I been going hard and they know that

Ain't answering nobody
In the crib, cut the world off, I feel like a homebody
I don't care, you a nobody
Fighting demons with angels, but know I'm alone probably
I don't Can't get in no parties
I do drugs by myself, bitch, I'm throwing my own parties
Yeah, I ain't tripping 'bout not a thing
I got karma for everything, but I was wrong probably
Somebody better let all this pain out
I been built, I can't let all of the rage out
Blood lover, she keep pulling a blade out
Cut her arms like she cutting a page out
I was stressing, but I'm feeling okay now
Still can't say that I'm in a good place now
Shit took flight and I can go outta' state now
In a Sprinter, don't fuck with the Greyhounds

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