360

[Verse 1]

If I let you pimp my page

Will I get paid?

Or will I just get made fun of

For numbers of reasons of fear of defeating

If I sound like checks, do I get checks? (Ay)

Or will I just get played?

Check and mate

Crate and barrel

Buy a home, start a family

It's hard romancing

When love is in a new state each night

And all our exes white

Promise room and board in-flight

I want to enter your mind

I want to to the entire

US of A, if I sign the page

Don't sell me no white lie

Won't settle for no light

Be careful when it's time

To sign the dotted lines

360s 365

P. Diddys, ebonies and vibes

We busy split the divide

We the divine, B

Careful when you are told

No creativity control

You fuck around, get shelfed

You fuck round, be stealth mode

You fuck round, can't write your album

They fuck around, get exposed

You went to the bank to withdraw

As quick as it come in it goes, it's gone (It's gone)

[Chorus]

I don't want you, I don't need you

But you're in my head

You're in my head

You're in my head

They don't need to, but they feed you

Now you're in my head

You're in my head

You're in my head

And they show you all the lies

And you think of all the lives

You can change me for the price

It's negotiated

You supposed to pay it

[Verse 2]

If I let you pimp my soul

Is my story told?

Or will I just have shit that I don't want?

Not to brag, or boast, or flaunt

I wish passion was enough

I wish fashion was just fun

Like, what's in my closet?

Just a deposit

I don't desire to have attire

Worn by entire continents

To start a trend, 2Pac, a pen

Apocalypse, the coliseum

Put that on TMZ

Promoting your older reptilian

Bipolar, I told her I'm different

They only think y'all want an idiot

And it won't be me

Who they want, they split like Jodeci

But I won't let them make more than me

Your fortune's unfortunately in the hand of an elder man

Who is telling you you shoe in

And wants to profit off you?

And them, what's the pension?

It's just pimpin' to get you and get you

It's still happening

Still, that penmanship need practice

For when that signature for talents

Exchanged for business in your palace

You moved your mother to a mansion

I got it, I got it

My money, my pocket

My lawyer, my lighter

That's soul, mind, body

[Chorus]

I don't want you, I don't need you

But you're in my head

You're in my head

You're in my head

They don't need to, but they feed you

Now you're in my head

You're in my head

You're in my head

And they show you all the lies

And you think of all the lives

You can change me for the price

It's negotiated

You supposed to pay it