Well, my first time, let's see

Woke up with the sun today, it's another sunny day

I went past my mama crib, 90210, LA

But that s**t six months ago, I'm set for life, yeah, some would say

But every day, I wake up scared that it could be taken from me

I'm not givin' nothing back, I got used to gettin' paid

But no one ever told me what I had to sacrifice for fame (yeah)

I'm just tryin' not to go insane

But I got all this weight on me and I just wanna run away (yeah)

I don't wanna hear from you, I'm losin' my temper now

Get the f*ck up off my phone, I don't wanna hear from ya

Went to Mexico for like six days

Came back and now I still feel the same way

Fucked up, in pain

Like, why the f*ck I spent a hundred 50 on this plane?

Like, why the f*ck I spent two hundred 60 on these chains?

Like, how am I so paranoid? I bulletproofed my range

Shit don't make no sense

I mean, the pressure's immense

I'm 19 tryna navigate money and stress

Weird industry friends and my family life is intense

And my girl is always upset 'cause I'm always fuckin' workin'

Shit, I expect some respect

Can't even go on the 'net without someone goin' for my neck

I forget that I'm blessed, I pray to God, I hope it's a test

'Cause I've been givin' so much, I don't know what I got left

Hold on, baby, check the score, why the hell you talkin' for?

How many weeks on Billboard? Top ten, like 44, um

That's just one song and plus my albums, there's a couple more

Walked in Louis, bought the store, model bitch, she love couture

All that sneak dissin' on the internet, you must be bored

Want my reaction, but my time some s**t you can't afford

I paid like way too much for these diamonds

These bitches ain't floored

I wake up and thank the Lord

Brand-new drink, I sip and pour it up

Uh, I do not really give a f*ck

Maybach truck, I pulled it off and I'm sorry

And I do not really give a f*ck

When I get high, I just get stuck and I'm sorry

(I am, I am, I am)

(I am, I am, I am)

(Sorry, sorry)

(Sorry)