swear to god

Going through my bands, I swear, I swear, I swear to God
 I can't tell the even from the odd, it's getting hard
 Looking at the stars, I take the ceiling off my car
 One that's making fun of me, they drive a push to start
 C-C-C-C-C-Cuff your chick
 It's the gang
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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 I been tryna get out of the picture
 I heard you mad because my pockets getting bigger (yeah)
 And you can't stick to the scripture (ha)
 But I guess that we can't all be winners
 I'll-I'll bring a bag home before dinner (yeah)
 If they're watching then I swear I'm not a sinner
 Bitch I'm not a babysitter
 I can't listen to these kids
 You complain about my voice
 So we gon' put him in the mix
 And they up in my DMs 'cause they ain't heard no shit like this
 Before, I guess they want some more
 I'm tryna have a chat
 To the people that be copying, you can't run away with that
 I, I can't double back
 Say that I might get you
 But it's not like that
 What you do in seven days
 I'ma do in twenty-four
 Hours in a fucking day
 I can't waste that many more
 If you hear a fucking noise
 Know we knocking down your door
 Yeah I'm tryna see some brains
 (Spreaded all around the floor)
 And I heard you like to talk about some shit that didn't happen
 Y-Y-You say you love action, but you're really passive
 Yeah, not good at math, but know a lot about subtraction
 I'm the one that's adding though-ough today
 Going through my bands, I swear, I swear, I swear to God
 I can't tell the even from the odd, it's getting hard
 Looking at the stars, I take the ceiling off my car
 One that's making fun of me, they drive a push to start
 Go-Go-Going through my bands, I swear, I swear, I swear to God
 I can't tell the even from the odd, it's getting hard
 Looking at the stars, I take the ceiling off my car
 One that's making fun of me, they drive a push to start
 (Yeah)
 Had to turn it up (Okay, go)
 Walk-in with my family in the club
 No we don't give a fuck (yuh)
 We're too busy getting money up
 And they tryna fuck it up
 I know lots of people that be tryna fuck it up
 I don't want your love
 Hop up on the stage and they all go nuts
 Tryna see it
 I'm just tryna see it
 I'm just tryna see you
 Make sure that we're even
 Got a lot up on my mind
 Want you to see it
 Double text me every time
 Swear to God y'all geekin'
 Okay, like, go, go, go, go
 I don't wanna take no photos
 I'm wearing chrome to the face though
 I'm taking four, four, four, fours
 Talking that shit, know he gon' miss
 I hit up Saks, bitch I'm with Lei
 Going out sad, go out sad for a bitch
 Can't go out sad, walk with a stick
 Okay yeah
 I could never lack right now
 Do it all to leave this town
 I keep walking upside down
 Eyes on me when you're around
 Because I can't tell the difference between fake and real
 If you tryna fuck me up, you lose your appeal
 Bro, don't tell me how to feel
 Tell apart the fake from you