Wanted out lyrics

[Intro]
I just lost everything (Dorian)
In the—In the art gallery, I'm the model, I'm the season kid
Throwing up blood, had a 40oz steel, making plays everyday while you beat your b*tch
Art gallery, I'm the model, I'm the season kid
Ain't nobody got the nuts to tell it how it is no more, they just heading where the money is
Making plays everyday while you beat your b*tch
Making plays everyday while you beat your b*tch
(Dorian)

[Verse]
In the—In the art gallery, I'm the model, I'm the season kid
Throwing up blood, had a 40oz steel, making plays everyday while you beat your b*tch
Ain't nobody got the nuts to tell it how it is no more, they just heading where the money is
Buzzing off a Zyn, I got the pin code to my girl phone and I never need to check that sh*t
Few years later, everybody booking creeps
If you shrugging off assault, that sh*t weird to see
But that's just me, I don't care, bro
You can tweak in your lair, groping scared hoes
I'ma drink in Jersey City, f*ck New York
Hate everyone, what I need a crew for?
What I need collectives for?
If everybody's come up short, I've wanted out, b*tch
I'm running out of wishes for the fountain
Running out of ways to say I'm still counting
f*ck SoundCloud, tell 'em, "Run me my allowance"
Repost Network suck di*k, company drowning
You ain't selling for a billi'
You ain't selling for a hundred f*cking milli'
You ain't ever gonna get sh*t
I make money off your services and rip it
Can't throw a bone from this point on
Gotta get stamped on
Picked apart by spectators
Everybody got the right answers, when they just watch
He got stuck in a pink coated chamber
Throw sh*t at a glass castle, make the outside stranger
[Outro]
In the—In the art gallery, I'm the model, I'm the season kid
Throwing up blood, had a 40oz steel, making plays everyday while you beat your b*tch
Ain't nobody got the nuts to tell it how it is no more, they just heading where the money is
Buzzing off a Zyn, I got the pin code to my girl phone and I never need to check that sh*t
Few years later, everybody booking creeps
If you shrugging off assault, that sh*t weird to see
But that's just me, I don't care, bro
You can tweak in your lair, groping scared hoes
I'ma drink in Jersey City, f*ck New York
Hate everyone, what I need a crew for?
What I need collectives for?
If everybody's come up short, I've wanted out, b*tch
I'm running out of wishes for the fountain
Running out of ways to say I'm still counting
f*ck SoundCloud, tell 'em, "Run me my allowance"
Repost Network suck di*k, company drowning
You ain't selling for a billi'
You ain't selling for a hundred f*cking milli'
You ain't ever gonna get sh*t
I make money off your services and rip it
Can't throw a bone from this point on
Gotta get stamped on
Picked apart by spectators
Everybody got the right answers, when they just watch
He got stuck in a pink coated chamber
Throw sh*t at a glass castle, make the outside stranger