Lyrics

[Verse 1] This like a feeling I've felt before Songs made me some cash, I'ma sell 'em more Look out for the birds, they say nevermore I don't want to rap, nah-nah, anymore And I've felt this before, it's familiar You've been through some stress and it's killing ya She be my bitch and she like Bryson Tiller Only love me 'cause I'm a killer I sold me like one and I made it back Life done been shit and I'm hating rap The people I trusted are opps now Whole gang, yeah, they scream "Fuck the cops" now And I hate me like BL!ZZXRD on "Ascend" I'ma just wait until the end, yeah