Profound Outro

[Intro]

BTA

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[Verse]

World on my shoulders, can't lie, it weigh a ton

Tell it how it is, never been the one to front

I'm a wild boy, black 'Ghini in the front

I pop out after not seein' me for months

I'm tryna change my life again, already did it once

Times I gave it all, others I ain't do enough

The usual suspect, it's yours in the cut

No more loose ends, I'm just tryna make the cut

Real ass nigga, ask 'em, how them lies holdin' up?

I need a bad bitch and liquor that'll help me open up

I'm in the Diamond cuffin' up and niggas think I'm bossin' up

AP and my heart froze, tell me who ain't cold enough?

Still doin' me when it's all said and donе

This game pull me back evеry time I say, "I'm done"

The good with the bad, learn to take it how it come

She like, "Stomach or my mouth?", I said, "Take it how it—"

It's tough movin' on when you know you haven't healed

Real bad bitches at my parties in the Hills

She walkin' barefoot to the Uber, ho in heels

Your name ain't in the contract so you don't know the deal

Outside in the field while my ex is in her feels

Hard gettin' pressure without tellin' biz', hard gettin' pressure without tellin' biz'

Was what it was now it is what it is

Tryna take it easy but I'm way too hard to please

I brought jetskis to the yacht, feel the breeze

Need a vacay somewhere, a retreat

My bitch a snack, I eat that like a treat

At war with my thoughts but I still won't retreat

Fam put me in a coffin and the shit ain't that deep

You can help me count these hundreds if you bring a nigga peace

My favorite song is money bein' counted on repeat

Circle tight, I can't let a fuck nigga breach

Almost lost who I was, I been gettin' back to me

I should turn up back to me, I said my piece, I'm blocked now, ain't no gettin' back to me

And I'm back, bet these niggas feel a way

World on my shoulders, I can really feel the weight

All eyes on me like they tryna build a case up, need to get away, all gas no—

No more goin' ghost 'less a nigga in a Rolls

Out the concrete, Louisville, [?] roads

Got 'em all sick when they seein' what I gross

Stackin' dead folks now this shit ain't got a pulse

Doin' good in real life, nah, I ain't gotta post

I'm burnin' bread with my niggas, make a toast

I be doin' me and niggas think I do the most

If I ain't in Miami then I'm somewhere off the coast

Blend in well but I still get approached

Laughin' to the bank, niggas thought it was a joke

Joke's on you, swallow that and don't choke (Listen, swallow that and don't choke)

I fight better with my back against the ropes

The love real? Then I gotta keep it close ('Ser, 'ser, 'ser)

I gotta keep it close, and you ain't takin' nothin' from me but some notes