[Intro]
You have been accepted in a hunger game
You have been accepted—
You have been accepted in this unity of (This young real artist shit), of unanswered motives (Thugs only for love)
Double r, you know (Want you for to cope the pain)
But, look though (Play some, leave some, one name), fuck all that, I need you to do some other shit
Huh

[Chorus]
Sick of that fake shit, sluggish from the mud, ain't feel love in a minute
Gatherin’ money while puttin' shit under, while failin' with trust, wastin’ time with these bitches
It ain't me that she want, 'nother n***a she feelin'
Don't give it thought 'cause I'm hunted from killin'
I ain’t likin’ myself, insecure, but got wealth
Grindin' while receivin’ hate from the industry
Arguin' with my old ho
Knew how the fuck she get the number to my cellphone
Off white, Polo, Prada, zaza my cologne
If them n***as tryna kick they shit, by night get blitzed
I wan' get all 'em gone
Split your wig, then I’m gon' pop my shit in every song (In every song like that's—)

[Verse]
She don't like my thoughts
I act up like my mind sick
I wan' be all alone
Oh, how I run off and she can't find me
I want diamonds
Tyler Terrace said I'm flossy
Always lyin', I ain't leave 'cause I ain't caught her, yet
Uh, she on pure cocaine, bitch, is you powered, yet?
I'm gon' maintain, ain't the same, got rich n***a assets ('Sets)
I'ma been get my whole chain, yeah
Pull up and flex, then duck from Feds
Still ain't repaired from all the trials and all the lies that you done said
Draw down, spray paint your shit red (Red)
Bro don't play, leave shit left dead
YoungBoy pay, leave shit left slumped
Fuck your heart, I just wan' heads (Heads)
Blow, impact knock out your brain (Brain)
Meech say shoot up where he stay at (Stay at)
Haha, bitch, I killed your mans (Mans)
More than twin gon' catch you, yeah
[Chorus]
Sick of that fake shit, sluggish from the mud, ain't feel love in a minute
Gatherin' money while puttin' shit under, while failing with trust, wastin' time with these bitches
It ain't me that she want, 'nother n***a she feelin'
Don't give it thought 'cause I'm hunted from killin'
I ain't likin' myself, insecure, but got wealth
Grindin' while receivin' hate from the industry
Arguin' with my old ho
Knew how the fuck she get the number to my cellphone (Phone)
Off white, Polo, Prada, zaza my cologne
If them n***as tryna kick they shit, by night get blitzed
I wan' get all 'em gone
Split your wig, then I'm gon' pop my shit in every song (Every song)