I just been plottin' on the low, schemin' on the low, the furthest thing from perfect like everyone I know

Somewhere between psychotic and iconic. Somewhere between I want it and I got it

How this nigga workin' like he got a fuckin' twin, though?

I'm too busy. That's why you leave a message

I reached the point where don't shit matter to me, nigga

Jealousy is just love and hate at the same time.

You got your guards up, I do too, there's things we might discover. Cause you got a past and I do too, we're perfect for each other.

I hate the shit you do. But I still text you back and saying I miss you too.

Let them say what they want, You just keep doing you.

I've always believed that if you put in the work the results will come.