Everything's For Sale

I'm deep in my bag like the fries at the bottom

How come when I'm in a good mood, you be tryna

start problems

Bar for bar, I'm always on the move I'm a tough act to follow

Knowing that you'll never catch me must be a hard pill to swallow

This life broke my heart so much that it feels like it's hollow

If you love me, say it when you see me don't wait till tomorrow

If you hate me after hearing this, you'll still hate me tomorrow

All that shit you flexed with on the Gram either fake or it's borrowed

You don't understand, you just pretend to agree

I don't want nothing off your plate, I got

plenty to eat