Stay close (Yeah, you smashed that shit) Stay close (Let that bitch bang) I can see what they need, I can see what they need Need another fuckin’ bag Stay close, stay close, I can see what they need I can see what they need Slam ’em down, shove ’em into the mud Drop another check just to twist it worse I’m too fucked, too gone, cash locked in my hand Stay close, stay close, I can see what they need I can see what they need Slam ’em down, shove ’em into the mud Drop another check just to twist it worse Need another fuckin’ bag I’m too fucked, too gone, cash locked in my hand Stay close, stay close I can see what they need Ayy, pass that, I’m spun, hit another just to feel it Dose got me blank, still I take it Still with the same crew, same assholes I started with Cup so thick I can’t even grip it Got a wild one sitting in the back She don’t ask where I went, just laughs Fuck a driver, I handle that myself Fuck being nice, fuck asking for help New papers, new city, same head Touch down paid, still feel like shit Nah, don’t ask if I’m good, bitch, quit I barely know what the fuck this is Paid every cost for the ones I came with Still can’t buy whatever I’m missing Slipped another charge by a bit, uh Thought about ending the whole damn thing, uh Jewels, cameras, people clapping Funny how none of that fixed what happened Ended up cleaned instead of boxed They took my laces, said keep him calm Made being unstable part of the look Came from the bottom with poison in speech Another bitch swears she gets me Nah, she just likes what she thinks I can be Then gets mad when I barely agree Keep rolling another, my nerves stay fried Without that shit I get ugly inside Expert at thinking I’m never enough Then acting bored when they pump me up Now these hoes want flights and access Just ’cause the checks got stupid huge Same fuckboys copy my flow badly Then talk real tough when nobody asks me Me and my camp count paper in stacks They watch every move then act like it’s quiet This fame shit tastes fucking rotten Sometimes I wanna disappear completely Then hit that stage and get vicious again Whole crowd screaming every damn word Frantic, frantic, frantic, frantic Need another fuckin’ bag Need another fuckin’ bag Frantic, frantic, frantic, frantic Need another fuckin’ bag Need another fuckin’ bag Frantic, frantic, can’t get out my head Every thought comes back unfinished Slam ’em down, shove ’em into the mud Drop another check just to twist it worse I’m too fucked, too gone, cash locked in my hand Wiped out, fucked up, can’t explain this shit Talk to God but I don’t hear shit Frantic, frantic, can’t get out my head Every thought comes back unfinished Wiped out, fucked up, can’t explain this shit Talk to God but I don’t hear shit Yeah, don’t hear shit Don’t hear shit God, I don’t hear shit Yeah, don’t hear shit Don’t hear shit
