It ain't hard to tell, but it's difficult to say
The things you think about that'll make you stay awake
I'm almost at the bottom of this bottle when it's late
I'm almost at the bottom of this bottle when it's late
It ain't hard to tell, but it's difficult to say
The things you think about that'll make you stay awake
I'm almost at the bottom of this bottle when it's late
I'm almost at the bottom of this bottle when it's late
For you to doubt me is foolish, you see that mountain, I move it
I look inside of myself, that's where the fountain of truth is
I got a problem, I fix it, drown it in purple liquid
I know it's stupid, but I ain't the sharpest knife in the kitchen
Never mind these kisses and hugs, ain't none of these bitches I trust
You get an addiction to fame, one day you never wake up
I put them pills down the drain, now there's no way you can stop it
You stand in front of my train, it's gotta kill you to watch it
I'm from the bottom, but you can never tell the way I flaunt it, bruh
Every day my birthday and every night is Hanukkah
Lookin' all tan and shit, blowin' the finest cannabis
This life that I'm livin' like a grown man's camping trip
Garage full of whips, manifest destiny
I felt the energy shift soon as they started testing me
Now I got the recipe, I'm killer the chef
I'ma do it 'til my death or I'm the last one left
It ain't hard to tell, but it's difficult to say
The things you think about that'll make you stay awake
I'm almost at the bottom of this bottle when it's late
I'm almost at the bottom of this bottle when it's late
It ain't hard to tell, but it's difficult to say
The things you think about that'll make you stay awake
I'm almost at the bottom of this bottle when it's late
I'm almost at the bottom of this bottle when it's late
We leavin' nothing up to chance, nah, we don't trust the lotto
We hustle 'til we growin' avocados in the grotto
Got a car full of women, you got models that you follow
On the internet, thinkin' they in love, but they not though
And I ain't tryna expose or exploit you
But you don't want it with your boy, bruh
The Porsche or the Noytra, the orchard in Georgia
Crib in New York and Southern California
So cold, head to toe in the Patagonia
She curved like a mountain range, so I'm exploring her
Play in the field, love to lay on the beach too
Crib so big, look like Machu Picchu
Yes, you get tired walkin' up the front steps
I used to think crushin' it was leasin' a Lex
But now I got a little bitty piece of success
I'ma do it 'til my death or I'm the last one left
It ain't hard to tell, but it's difficult to say
The things you think about that'll make you stay awake
I'm almost at the bottom of this bottle when it's late
I'm almost at the bottom of this bottle when it's late
It ain't hard to tell, but it's difficult to say
The things you think about that'll make you stay awake
I'm almost at the bottom of this bottle when it's late
I'm almost at the bottom of this bottle when it's late
