[Intro: midwxst]
I've been counting up the racks
I've been getting to the stacks
I know I got niggas really mad
'Cause they don't got the shit I have
I got Helmut Lang all on the shirt
I don't want your bitch even though she wanna flirt
And 24/7, I put in the work
My shooters just ready—

[Chorus: midwxst]
I've been counting up the racks
I've been getting to the stacks
I know I got niggas really mad
'Cause they don't got the shit I have
I got Helmut Lang all on the shirt
I don't want your bitch even though she wanna flirt
And 24/7, I put in the work
My shooters just ready, boy, do not get hurt
Got this shit from the bottom, got this from the dirt

[Verse 1: midwxst]
Last year, I was down on my ass
I was fighting with depression and fighting with school, I did not even know if I'd pass
Didn't know myself, didn't know what I was doing, I didn't even know how to grasp
All of the feelings inside of head, but I look back on that shit and now I just laugh, yeah
I know you're mad, I can see it on your face
Say you smoke gas but you don't know your strains
Vivienne Westwood, it's all in the chain
Never can switch, baby, I'll stay the same
They gonna play, know this shit not a game
Fuck all the money, I don't need no fame
Don't wanna see you, don't wanna see your face
Only care about me, 'cause I'm getting K's
I never can show up
'Cause nobody gives a fuck
Nobody that I can trust
Nobody that I can hold
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