Nobody

[Chorus] Ain't answerin' nobody In the crib, cut the world off, I feel like a homebody I don't kick it with nobody Fightin' demons with angels, but know I'm alone probably I don't kick it at no parties I do drugs by myself, bitch, I'm throwin' my own parties Yeah, I ain't trippin' 'bout not a thing I got karma for everything, but I was wrong probably Somebody better let all this pain out I been buildin', I can't let all of the rage out Blood lover, she keep pullin' a blade out Cut her arms like she cuttin' a page out I was stressin', but I'm feelin' okay now Still can't say that I'm in a good place now Shit took flight and I can go outta' state now In a Sprinter, don't fuck with the Greyhounds [Verse] New designer, used to put on that Sprayground They was playin' me 'bummy, I'm paid now Hit the 'telly like a mattress, get laid down Give her dick in the back wit' her face down My white boy a shooter, might spin off a skateboard And he owe me, that hit barely paid for Every time I blew a bag, I just made more I can't fold under pressure, I'm made for it Heart been on fire, more heat than Miami I thought they showed me love, but they scammed me I'm on my shit, and that's why they can't stand me Chasin' money, ain't chasin' no Grammys New whip for momma and one for my granny Pops want a two-seater, fuck a back seat I want a bitch who ass so fat it smash me I'm stuck to plan A, don't want no plan B Hot shit, I'm sicker than Corona Knocked out, medication coma Send shots like bartenders own them I've been chill, go off when I wanna Please don't pull my card, 'cause I'm on that Take a nigga stuff if I want that Momma, I'm a star, tell 'em quote that I been goin' hard and they know that [Chorus] Ain't answerin' nobody In the crib, cut the world off, I feel like a homebody I don't kick it with nobody Fightin' demons with angels, but know I'm alone probably I don't kick it at no parties I do drugs by myself, bitch, I'm throwin' my own parties Yeah, I ain't trippin' 'bout not a thing I got karma for everything, but I was wrong probably Somebody better let all this pain out I been buildin', I can't let all of the rage out Blood lover, she keep pullin' a blade out Cut her arms like she cuttin' a page out I was stressin', but I'm feelin' okay now Still can't say that I'm in a good place now Shit took flight and I can go outta' state now In a Sprinter, don't fuck with the Greyhounds