[verse 1]
Yea
I was a kid they called me ugly
& it f*cked up my confidence
& it’s no coincidence
That it made me think
That I'm irrelevant
If you said I was cute
I denied it, like f*ck it, you lying
'cuz at the time nobody was eyeing
Why you let that sh*t get you bent
But if you need to let it out
Imma let you vent , just chill fool
Yoko Chanel, yea, keep cool
Nah, I was abused & now I feel used
Cuz that n*gga f*cked me over
& now I'm filled with trauma
Stuck inside my head
Internal drama
[bridge]
I ain’t love myself in 10yrs
Since I got molested
All I hear is hate in my ear
Ignore all the love in face
Blinded by the clothes that
Couldn’t keep me safe
Kill
[hook]
Imma boy
That think like a b*tch
Real glitter n*gga
Man I feel like Prince
No suppressing my thots & my feelings
If Imma simp, imma simp
But don’t get it twisted
Still walk with a limp
Still strapped like a gimp
Still playin b*tches like the devil
Imma imp, yea
[verse 2]
They said I think like a girl, yea
But b*tch I'm a man
You do what you can
Hollywood Court
Knocking out n*ggas
These n*ggas is fans
These b*tches they stan, yea
Pottin' my problems in sand, yea
Bleu Benjamin I need bands, yea
Can’t ever fake who I am, yea, aw yea
When I get that sack buy back
389 Rhode Island Ave, yeaa
b*tch, I’m from DC
Oh nah I from PG
n*gga you bluffin’, quit wellin’ you meezy
Back on the block
Where sh*t get sleazy
I see the opps, I shoot
They drop, I loot
Yea, Ion think they feel you Chanel
*kill*
[hook]
Imma boy
That think like a b*tch
Real glitter n*gga
Man I feel like Prince
No suppressing my thots & my feelings
If Imma simp, Imma simp
But don’t get it twisted, yea
Still walk with a limp
Still strapped like a gimp
Still playin b*tches
Like the devil
Imma imp
You don't think like a b*tch bro, you're just you
*kill*
[outro]
Is it money, is it b*tches?
Coach yelling stop crying, yea
That’s some b*tch sh*t
How can I be a man if I can’t cry?
How a man supposed
To stay hard ‘til he die
That ain’t no way to survive
Keep it all bottled inside
That’s a live wire on the tick tock
When it blow, look how a n*gga flip flop
When feelings collide now you on suicide
Watch, for the trauma
Backdoor n*gga, yea
He coming with the llama
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea-ya
[monologue]
Fool, wassup with you bruh?
*i know trauma holds you down, but come on soulja, come on soulja*
Can’t let this sh*t hold you down fool (come on fool)
You got b*tches around you
You can barely talk to 'cuz you so stuck inside yourself
You got money waiting on you
*stuck inside myself, yea, i'm stuck inside myself, yea ion see no one else, yea, i'm stuck inside myself, yea ion see no one else*
You can’t even get to 'cuz you so stuck inside yourself fool
Fool, I think you need to pray