[Intro: “Over Freestyle (INTRO)” - Pim]
Now that we’re over, I let my phone die
Ain’t nobody check on me, it’s just me and my feelings right now
I don’t gotta wait up on no calls or texts talking ‘bout nothing but sex
I don’t got nobody else, I'm tired

[Verse: Rylo Rodriguez]
He ain’t got no limit when blood get shed, they’ll try to do you in the club (Yeah)
Y’all n***as really small fries, compared to me, these n***as ants like a Timberwolf
You can be the realest that they know, if they see you finna blow, same n***a from yo’ hood gon’ wanna kill you
I can’t go back to being broke, we the ones really еating, I stack that paper ‘til
I’m full, watch it mildew
She thinking marriagе or the ring but I ain’t with that
I still ain’t passing no ho the rock even if it’s a mismatch
[?] n***as came through shooting, he ain’t hit back
How you so comfortable dissing the dead when n***as get smacked?
If that ain’t yo’ work, that’s yo’ brother fit, that’s his hat
Now the feds on you ‘cause in yo’ songs, you admit that
Fuck n***a, they got yo’ people L ‘cause a diss track

You fuck a broke n***a, had none to show for it
You fuck a rich n***a, put some stones on your neck

I been working late every night and I haven’t gotten high ‘cause this life got me faded
I been writing songs every night, tryna make it sound right but I’m losing patience
Bitch starting to feel like scarecrows, scroll through DM’s, you keep sending that hating shit
You’re weird
Bitch, why you moving like you ain’t got no cellphone?
You’re weird

Wake up in the morning, I’m pouring codeine but it’s early and she want Starbucks
Judge put a monitor on his ankle, he neglects his cellphone to keep it charged up
I been writing songs every night, tryna make it sound right but I’m losing patience
Bitch starting to feel like scarecrows, scroll through DM’s, you keep sending that hating shit

He ain’t got no limit when blood get shed, they’ll try to do you in the club (Yeah)
Y’all n***as really small fries, compared to me, these n***as ants like a Timberwolf
You can be the realest that they know, if they see you finna blow, same n***a from yo’ hood gon’ wanna kill you
I can’t go back to being broke, we the ones really eating, I stack that paper ‘til
I’m full, watch it mildew