Stomach

Why they trying to plot on me boy I came from nothing
Evil thoughts inside my head but it keeps me numbing
Don't know how to stop this pain guess I'll keep on running
Like Mike approaching to the free throw my songs be jumping
You ain't really from the streets boy we know you fronting
I got an orange Lamborghini and I call it pumpkin
Do not ask me 'bout my past or the ones I run with
Got Percocets all to my brain while they hurt my stomach yeah
Hurt my stomach they hurting they hurt they hurt
Do not test my patience boy I'll put you on a shirt
I be in my own lane so don't even try to merge
They tryna bring my power out and cause a new serge
But I won't let 'em
Who you think you testing
I've been taught a lesson
They ask you for a mention
And you can't let 'em
If you don't they will threaten
Only for your succession
Wish I knew that first second
But now my past is wrecking
But look at the brighter side
Now I feel so alive
Neck is flooded with ice
Pull up in a suicide
That girl asked me to ride
Mix that purple in the sprite
Vision cloudy, in the skies
Can't see with my eyes
Why they trying to plot on me boy I came from nothing
Evil thoughts inside my head but it keeps me numbing
Don't know how to stop this pain guess I'll keep on running
Like Mike approaching to the free throw my songs be jumping
You ain't really from the streets boy we know you fronting
I got an orange Lamborghini and I call it pumpkin
Do not ask me 'bout my past or the ones I run with
Got Percocets all to my brain while they hurt my stomach yeah
They hurt my stomach it twists and twirls
I know that something's wrong
I can't express myself in the real world
So I decided to do it all in my songs
Not tryna' spread a message or prove I got lyrics
I just goes with what comes along
And if you hate that fact then it's tough luck for you
It's gonna' be a while before I am even gone
Yeah, How you feeling?
Bank account status I just hit a million
Driving down fast do not care about civilians
Speaking of that fact I don't care for your opinion yeah
Why they trying to plot on me boy I came from nothing
Evil thoughts inside my head but it keeps me numbing
Don't know how to stop this pain guess I'll keep on running
Like Mike approaching to the free throw my songs be jumping
You ain't really from the streets boy we know you fronting
I got an orange Lamborghini and I call it pumpkin
Do not ask me 'bout my past or the ones I run with
Got Percocets all to my brain while they hurt my stomach yeah