Yo, turn my shit up, yo
Niggas gotta hear me real quick on this
I don't always speak about personal shit, but
One, two, three, four
Counting all my problems on my fingers like I'm four
I would need a trillion hands or maybe more
Maybe I'm sore from the constant pain
Of my problems that I carry on my back
You niggas don't talk that
Niggas just want weed, then maybe just step back
I don't really know what you niggas want from me
I just wanna see what you see, what you see
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I don't really know what you niggas want from me
I just wanna see what you see, what you see
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh