Fix Me ft. Deuce Trimm Lyrics

Since first grade I was scared to come in last

When it came to running shit I was first up in my class

I'm tryna leave a mark, know my name gonna last

When I, hotbox the V I write Sticky on the glass

Sipping on that rum feeling sweeter than molasses

Anxiety kicking no more blunts you could ash it

Know I got a dream, take flight, first class it

Tried to show them vision, they ain't see it through the glasses

Tried to show the dream, they ain't see it through the Ray-Bans

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See-through lens for the fake friends

They ain't, really my mans, they follow main trends

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Seen mommy in the crib tryna make ends, meet

Look

Wanna know how I feel but ain't no feelings underneath

Ain't fit in with the crowd like a cavity to teeth

They calling me Sticky nigga they labeled me the thief

They don't understand I ain't have nothing to eat

I was just tryna survive no I wasn't playing cheap

Momma told me son you gonna sow what you reap

Dam, fuck it ima sow no sleep

I been making tunes in my closet all week

While I'm going through a hurricane, closet gon leak

No I ain't rich but it's rich what I speak

And I'll speak it in existence till that shit concrete

I know a couple niggas in the street concrete

RIP to the concrete ones down deep

Only spit bout a fraction a my pain, incomplete

Only smile for the camera but my demons lowkey gully creep

Tryn be different not a sheep for the flock

How many niggas do the same shit you know gon pop

I came up from the struggle man I seen me a lot

But I'm not

Tryna see the bottom from the top

I don't wanna see, fall apart again

Fall apart again

Fall apart again

Fall apart again

Fall apart again

They tryna see me fall to the ground

Dam

Sticky getting rich, yea I'm bound

Dam

Lost in my thoughts but I'm found

The melodies making me get somewhat around

Dam

Wanna get the suicide doors

I wanna get a Urus by the time I'm 24

Dam

Ion even care about awards

I just wanna put my momma in the latest Porsche

Yea

I was 9 when my parents got divorced

Just a child ian really have a voice

Now I'm wallen through these cities on tour

Got all of these bitches tellin me about my voice

Dam

It's crazy how my life turned around

But would they miss me when I'm buried in the ground

Dam

Ridin through the towns

Thinkin bout the times when I was chillin on the couch

Plottin on the things I was gone do when I was down

Now I'm really up do wat I want look at me now

Dam look at me now

Lotta niggas foul

Chattin for the pussy tryna get up in the gown

Niggas turn to bitches leave them bitches in the towns

Bitches turn to snitches leave them snitches in the ground

Dam look at you now

Chillin on the couch

Feelin all that pressure lotta niggas throwin towels

I could never do it gotta get it coppin pounds

Groovin how I'm movin when I'm lettin go of rounds

Gotta make it out