Damaged Loner

I could have five hoes say they love me, I'll still never ever buy a birkin

Last year, 'round this time I was just at Jacks overtime working

I use clock in on the clock, off the clock, it don't matter bitch I'm serving

I got my glock, through a lot, I hit the A when i'm bored on the gas I be swerving

I keep like fifteen homies with me by myself, I get to clutchin' I'm nervous

I know some niggas who get outta body especially off molly and xannies and perkies

I was just blowing the backwood chillin' with Teejay and now I can't see him, disturbing

Know this the life that I'm living I'm really just chilling and grinding, on god I be working

Hold on, who at the door?

Waking up high and I see it's the folks

Fuck fighting cases, I know how it go