COUGH

Okay, just fade into the nosebleeds, know your place

Why you speaking when you don't

know a thing?

Introduce your lips, bitch, you's a lame

I see you leanin' like you got half a brain

I ain't trying to tell you nothing, I'm just saying

There's a limit to the gains

When you fall, that's when you change

You ain't guaranteed to like the picture framed

I got better things to do than lay around in bed, but only on the days I crawl up out my head

I try to curb myself from acting like a bitch, but I gotta get it out so I can get to gettin' rich

I got switches I've been flipping cause I get it on the low