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[Part I]

Yeah, I´m not good at pretending
Seem like this shit never ended (Yeah)
Tell me all of your issues

There ain´t no breaking the bandaid (No, no)
I´m the same as I was
I swear that nobody changed me
Sometimes I feel like you gave up
Like you got your mind made up
That´s when you wasn´t around
Told me that you would be down
Lately you back in the city
Rolling blunts, staying pretty
Damn right a nigga changed
I ain´t here to stay the same
Put the diamonds in the chains
I ain´t here to play the games (No)

Don´t get caught in the moment
You might lose yourself (Yeah)
I never told you to trust me, yeah
You might lose yourself (Caught up, caught up)

Don´t get caught in the moment (Moment, no)
You might lose yourself
I never told you to trust me, yeah
Yeah, you might lose yourself

I was around the way
Thought that I´d stopped by and kick it
I know I done came up
That don´t mean look at me different
I pull up in Benzo, I pull up for you (Skrrr)
If it ain´t love then tell me the truth (Yeah)
I ain´t around and I miss you
I couldn´t tell you a lie
You need to look in my eyes
Tell me that you got the time
I know that it hurt, I know that it hurt when I hurt you
I fuck with you bae, I just know I don´t deserve you

Don´t get caught in the moment
You might lose yourself (Yeah)
I never told you to trust me, yeah
You might lose yourself (Caught up, caught up)
Don´t get caught in the moment (Moment, no)
You might lose yourself
I never told you to trust me, yeah
Yeah, you might lose yourself

You might lose yourself
Caught up, caught up
Moment no
Yeah, yeah
You might lose yourself

[Part II]

Yeah I been on this, hunnid thousand
I been on this, nah, nah
Nothin´ less than 300K
Yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy (Ayy)
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah

I´m not the same I was last year
Still the type to play the cut
Pretty bitches in the cut
Yeah she know it´s 101
Big deal, big deal
Came up from my hell
They don´t even know the half, yeah
Lord I wish you niggas well, yeah
Ayy, when you leaving, you out of town

She gon´ hit me when you not around
Merchandise we gotta sell, cash
That boy name don´t ring a bell, cash
We don´t come from the same shit
These bitches want me for the fame shit
Not the one to play the games with
It´s like the rock I got my chains lit
Changes man you gotta go through ´em
We ain´t stressin´ we just grow through ´em
Shitted on ´em, now we did it again (Yeah)
They hate it when you say no to ´em (Oh)
We got a victim again (Yeah)
Man, all my niggas is outta the pen (Yeah)
All of this money I spend
Now I can pay momma rent, yeah
Now we back and gettin´ at it (Ayy)
I´m too focused, off the addy
Now these bitches want me back

Should´ve love me when you had me (Cash)
Yeah, niggas gon´ hate this shit
I know they around, just ´cause they want this whole fame and shit
High on the cloud, ayy
I been high on a cloud (High on a cloud)
Hunnid thousand on me now
Yeah we came from public housing (Ayy)
Nigga who the fuck are you, you? (Nah)
Nah, we don´t know you, you