text: I need therapy, wanna retail today and spend thousands, ayy
  Ima get my head cloudy, don’t wanna have a memory of anything 
  Ayy
  Put away your problems 
  I dont sell drugs, I cop em 
  I be livin life all wrong 
  I aint livin right, uh, I aint livin’ right, yeah
  I ain’t livin right, uh, I ain’t livin right, yeah
  I aint livin right, uh, I ain’t livin right, yeah
  I aint livin right, uh, I aint livin right, yeah
  I aint livin right, uh, I aint livin right, yeah, oh
  I aint livin right 
  We from different sides 
  I done sacrificed, and it made me a mastermind 
  I done switched lanes, Bentley coupe got frog eyes
  We got rich, hey, and I still got mob ties 
  Never sober, I always be high 
  I be most likely baggin a nine 
  Aint no question, my niggas gon ride 
  You a bitch, you throw rocks and go hide 
  I just mixed the Ciroc and some red 
  Couldnt pick one, it was hard to decide 
  Hit my niece, then I talk to the don 
  Got a new Bentley, the seat can massage 
  In the P.H., just me and my niggas we alright 
  On the P.J., sippin codeine on long flights 
  Damn, I forgot her name, only fucked her for one night
  To give my Rollies rage, know young Gunna aint livin right
  And they put away my problems
  I dont sell drugs, I cop em
  I be livin life all wrong
  I aint livin right, uh, I aint livin right, yeah
  I aint livin right, uh, I aint livin right, yeah
  I aint livin right, uh, I aint livin right, yeah
  I aint livin right, uh, I aint livin right, yeah, oh
  Forgiatos spinnin
  They look like my diamonds
  Bitch, my Glock got a twin
  Man thats two times
  Im on two percs again
  Something dont feel right
  But this shit real right, slatt
  This shit real right? Uh
  This that pure white crack
  Yo mom need that
  Lord knows she needed them nickel blows to function
  This that new Maybach, Ima speed in it, uh
  Roll some tree in it, uh, fuck a freak in it, uh
  Ima do me in it
  Timid, all these niggas timid, uh
  All these niggas pussy, uh
  Codeine in my sippy cup
  I chug it, dont sip a lot
  Your bitch on my dick a lot
  I guess thats not your bitch, uh
  Funny, laughing to the bank and its funny
  Perky in my brain, Im a junkie, uh
  Uh, not a dummy, lotta cash
  Im a dummy, Im a spaz
  Chopper leave your ass in the quick past
  Everyday I dash to the quick cash
  I get that
  Gun on my hip, I cant risk that
  Desert eagle, I shoot, knock my wrist back
  And they put away my problems
  I dont sell drugs, I cop em
  I be livin life all wrong
  I aint livin right, uh, I aint livin right, yeah
  I aint livin right, uh, I aint livin right, yeah
  I aint livin right, uh, I aint livin right, yeah
  I aint livin right, uh, I aint livin right, yeah, oh
  Tryna put away my problems
  I got drugs, can I cop?
  Ive been livin life wrong
  Yeah
  Aint livin right at all