No FOMO

I got molly I got bitches I got weed
I got everythin you motherfucking need
(What the fuck!)
Stay repping my team be the mascot ash through my laptop welly be the back drop
Done with that shit
25 beats no hits and you call me wack
But you cats stay skinny and my dogs stay fat
Eating chicking wings with the raps
I talking bread I’m talk back
No back packs full of wack raps and they just like that
Like oh my god play my shit
Its all about me and my necklaces
She told me she love me but the what the fuck
Do you need a sack a love a bag of weed
I just fiend that, I just vibe, I just hate hate when he be drunk and doing his
thing
Like 111 323 call the cops and tv3 just like what
Tell me what you name is, I been getting sick and tired of playing all these
games with you, you, you, you
La la la la i been getting sick and tired playing all these fucking games with
you, you
Tell me what you name is tell me what yo name is
This is some crazy shit
The words running out my lips like water from a tap when it drips
And splits on the greyness i mean greatness that was engraved in my cheeks
The pay i find in receipts
The graves i find under sheets
That makes us cry for a week
Mo' money mo' problems
No money no options 'till I’m crossed with a cross in a coffin
(like, like, like)
Let truth be the pain im fresh motherfucker with the rage
I’m feeling brakes no growth but my age looks broke on the page no hope in the
cage
So im lying when we come down all my chilhood friends doing drugs now
Mum thinks that I’m faceless but I’m straight up strayed up up by the famous
Tell me what you name is, I been getting sick and tired of playing all these
games with you, you, you, you
La la la la i been getting sick and tired playing all these fucking games with
you, you
Tell me what you name is tell me what yo name is