Could I be falling for you? Is this a fantasy come true? Is this a dream that I've waited for? (Graah) Am I the one that you adore? (Graah, graah, graah, graah, graah) I'm proud of you, Daffy (It's Carter, dickhead) I'm on the top so I feel like the shit Why these niggas keep doing my dick And he know that Owen he so he running Rick Like, too tact, a beam go on a smith' And these niggas ain't shit, so they diss I got a knock on my hip 2AM, I can't see through the tint In the booth I be rolling a spliff I been going through pain but I'm feeling it slowly Why these dumb niggas think that they know me If you tell me you love me then you better show me I got my brothers but feel like I'm doley (Graah, graah, boom) In the booth, that's my habitat Bullet gon' flip 'em, he a acrobat I told my 'ooter to spin in a Cadillac (Graah, graah, graah, graah) Ain't no beam, but I'm always on go Like a flip bullets touch you from head to the toe Like I be hurting and nobody know (Graah, graah, graah, graah) Ain't no beam, but I'm always on go Like a flip, bullets touch him from head to the toe Like I be hurting and nobody know (Graah, graah, graah, graah) It been a minute, I'm stacking my breeshy Got a thot, she getting treeshy Ain't no wonder why they wanna be me I'm on the TV On the top only scratching the surface I'ma tote on my gun but forget that you heard this (Like damn) Move tact, do it on purpose (Graah) And I turnt' to a rapper, but don't know if it's worth it (Graah-graah, boom) I don't really speak on how I feel too much, I be afraid motherfuckers gon' use it against me Tried to put my pain in my music, still don't feel like I said enough Niggas never really gon' understand where I'm coming from or what I've been through Fuck it though (It's Carter dickhead) Got my heart by my side, and the only one keeping me sane (Graah) (Sane what?) Off the Du'sse, it's hurtin' my brain (Hurtin' my brain, what?) Like he can't [?] through all of this pain (What?) If you in the streets, don't think that shit a game (Graah-graah, graah-graah, boom) But for my brothers I'm throwin' like Wayne They like "Carter, you ain't been the same" (Ain't been the what? Damn) They like "Carter, you ain't been the-" (It's Carter dickhead) Ain't no beam, but I'm always on go Like a flip bullets touch you from head to the toe Like I be hurting and nobody know (Graah, graah, graah, graah) Ain't no beam, but I'm always on go Like a flip, bullets touch him from head to the toe Like I be hurting and nobody know (Graah, graah, graah, graah) (It's Carter dickhead) (Carter dickhead) (Carter dickhead) (Carter dickhead)