BUTTERFLY

Lyrics

Yuh, yuh Two face role at my own pace Raising myself like a pump fake Butterfly doors for the old ways Yuh, yuh Handle myself in the dog days Think of myself when it all fade Been around town but it's too late I tried, head up, filling all my cuts up Post up, gold tucked, feeling like I'm giving up Ripped top, fucked up, feeling like I'm giving up Giving up Gotta keep the throne, places feel alone How the boy been grown, go and speak your tone I been prone from my lows, say she feel it in her bones I get too much credit, wouldn't go and let it go Been obsessed, we can't do the feds Roll up when I'm stressed, she the best Finna pop till I forget, maybe till I'm dead Maybe till I'm dead I hate it, but I love it All these fuckas wanna see is numbers, yuh Yuh, you can catch these hands if you finna run up Then it's quick clips flying in the summer Whole city on the map, for the gutter For the gutter Whole city on the map for the gutter Yuh, yuh Two face role at my own pace Raising myself like a pump fake Butterfly doors for the old ways Yuh, yuh Handle myself in the dog days Think of myself when it all fade Been around town but it's too late I tried, head up, filling all my cuts up Post up, gold tucked, feeling like I'm giving up Ripped top, fucked up, feeling like I'm giving up