DTW lyrics

[Verse 1]
I feel at home when I'm in the city
So it get hard when I ain't there
I'm at the DTW tryna' get on my flight
I'll call when I get out the air
Lil' baby, all the sh*t I do take all of me
So it's hard for me to be fair
Whenever I put sh*t out, they call for me
So it's hard for me to be square
Who the f*ck gon' fit in my shoes?
Who the f*ck gon' make me lose?
If I want what's mine and I want what's yours
Then, who the f*ck gon' make me choose?
I been bringin' the racks in twos
Lil' oomph, put your back into it
I just pack up the bag with blues
[?]
I'm on the road and the sh*t get hard, but I can't be mad
'Cause I already know it
Steppin' through mud, but I can't be mad
Look down and imprint say "Rick Owens"
Bro sippin' on mud, but I can't be mad
'Cause back in the day, I ain't say, "Don't pour it"
We was supposed to be blood, but I can't be mad
'Cause back in the day, they was treating me foreign
Lil' n*gga, I'm way too paranoid
I told shorty, "Don't get too forward"
Used to be stuck when I got in the whip
I don't even trip no more, I floor it
All this [?] I put on my fit
I don't even trip no more, I'm gorgeous
sh*t on my mind used to make me sick
I don't even trip no more, I'm snorin'
[Refrain]
sh*t on my mind used to make me sick
I don't even trip no more, I'm— uh

[Verse 2]
Got that ho' wanna' get geeked on a Monday
Lil' ho' geeked, tryna' rip my pants
Brand new bag came in on a Sunday
Think my plug tryna' f*ck up my plans
I'm at the DTW goin' one way
Told her, I'll call her phone when I land
All of this [?]
All of this pay f*ckin' up my head
I gave to you my all, ho', is you gon' blow it?
b*tch n*ggas plottin' on me, I already know it
I keep .40 on me for whenever it's snowin'
I keep shorty on me when she say she [?]
I'm on the road and the sh*t got hard
But I knew it would be, so I can't be mad
Couple of n*ggas turn opp' on me
But I knew how it be, so I can't be sad
Couple of n*ggas turn cop on me
It's a prop on me, if the police ask
Hatin' ass n*ggas tryna' plot on me
Throwing pots on me like Monique ass
Now I'm at the DTW tryna' get on my flight
I'll call when I get out the air
Ain't no n*gga like me, I do it myself
I'll call when you n*ggas compare
I ain't even worried about if I'll fall, lil' boy
I could crawl and it wouldn't be fair
I ain't even worried about if I'll fall, lil' boy
If I crawled, it wouldn't be fair, yeah