[Intro: Victor DeWitt]
Well, my first time, let's see
[Verse 1]
Woke up with the sun today, it's another sunny day
I went past my mama crib, 90210, L.A.
Bought that shit six months ago, I'm set for life, yeah, some would say
But every day, I wake up scared that it could be taken from me
I'm not givin' nothin' back, I got used to gettin' paid
But no one ever told me what I'd have to sacrifice for fame (Yeah)
I'm just tryin' not to go insane
But I got all this weight on me and I just wanna run away (Yeah)
I don't wanna hear from you, I'm losin' my temper now
Get the fuck up off my phone, I don't wanna hear from ya
Went to Mexico for like six days
Camе back and now I still feel the same way
Fucked up, in pain
Likе, why the fuck I spent a hundred fifty on this plane?
Like, why the fuck I spent two hundred sixty on these chains?
Like, how am I so paranoid? I bulletproofed my Range
Shit don't make no sense
I mean, the pressure's immense
I'm nineteen, tryna navigate money and stress
Weird industry friends and my family life is intense
And my girl is always upset 'cause I'm always fuckin' workin'
Shit, I expect some respect
Can't even go on the 'net without someone goin' for my neck
I forget that I'm blessed, I pray to God, I hope it's a test
'Cause I've been givin' so much, I don't know what I got left
Well, my first time, let's see
[Verse 1]
Woke up with the sun today, it's another sunny day
I went past my mama crib, 90210, L.A.
Bought that shit six months ago, I'm set for life, yeah, some would say
But every day, I wake up scared that it could be taken from me
I'm not givin' nothin' back, I got used to gettin' paid
But no one ever told me what I'd have to sacrifice for fame (Yeah)
I'm just tryin' not to go insane
But I got all this weight on me and I just wanna run away (Yeah)
I don't wanna hear from you, I'm losin' my temper now
Get the fuck up off my phone, I don't wanna hear from ya
Went to Mexico for like six days
Camе back and now I still feel the same way
Fucked up, in pain
Likе, why the fuck I spent a hundred fifty on this plane?
Like, why the fuck I spent two hundred sixty on these chains?
Like, how am I so paranoid? I bulletproofed my Range
Shit don't make no sense
I mean, the pressure's immense
I'm nineteen, tryna navigate money and stress
Weird industry friends and my family life is intense
And my girl is always upset 'cause I'm always fuckin' workin'
Shit, I expect some respect
Can't even go on the 'net without someone goin' for my neck
I forget that I'm blessed, I pray to God, I hope it's a test
'Cause I've been givin' so much, I don't know what I got left
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