Profound Outro

Lyrics

[Intro] BTA Uh [Verse] World on my shoulders, can't lie, it weigh a ton Tell it how it is, never been the one to front I'm a wild boy, black 'Ghini in the front I pop out after not seein' me for months I'm tryna change my life again, already did it once Times I gave it all, others I ain't do enough The usual suspect, it's yours in the cut No more loose ends, I'm just tryna make the cut Real ass nigga, ask 'em, how them lies holdin' up? I need a bad bitch and liquor that'll help me open up I'm in the Diamond cuffin' up and niggas think I'm bossin' up AP and my heart froze, tell me who ain't cold enough? Still doin' me when it's all said and donе This game pull me back evеry time I say, "I'm done" The good with the bad, learn to take it how it come She like, "Stomach or my mouth?", I said, "Take it how it—" It's tough movin' on when you know you haven't healed Real bad bitches at my parties in the Hills She walkin' barefoot to the Uber, ho in heels Your name ain't in the contract so you don't know the deal Outside in the field while my ex is in her feels Hard gettin' pressure without tellin' biz', hard gettin' pressure without tellin' biz' Was what it was now it is what it is Tryna take it easy but I'm way too hard to please I brought jetskis to the yacht, feel the breeze Need a vacay somewhere, a retreat My bitch a snack, I eat that like a treat At war with my thoughts but I still won't retreat Fam put me in a coffin and the shit ain't that deep You can help me count these hundreds if you bring a nigga peace My favorite song is money bein' counted on repeat Circle tight, I can't let a fuck nigga breach Almost lost who I was, I been gettin' back to me I should turn up back to me, I said my piece, I'm blocked now, ain't no gettin' back to me And I'm back, bet these niggas feel a way World on my shoulders, I can really feel the weight All eyes on me like they tryna build a case up, need to get away, all gas no— No more goin' ghost 'less a nigga in a Rolls Out the concrete, Louisville, [?] roads Got 'em all sick when they seein' what I gross Stackin' dead folks now this shit ain't got a pulse Doin' good in real life, nah, I ain't gotta post I'm burnin' bread with my niggas, make a toast I be doin' me and niggas think I do the most If I ain't in Miami then I'm somewhere off the coast Blend in well but I still get approached Laughin' to the bank, niggas thought it was a joke Joke's on you, swallow that and don't choke (Listen, swallow that and don't choke) I fight better with my back against the ropes The love real? Then I gotta keep it close ('Ser, 'ser, 'ser) I gotta keep it close, and you ain't takin' nothin' from me but some notes