Sometimes I feel like I don't belong here
A lot foul shit be goin' on here
Alt least my dead homies ain't that bitch
At least they ain't have to live to see this shit
Blamed it on 2020 guess what
2021 is looking fucked up
You got a chip on your shoulder
I keep a fifth on my holster
If them niggas approach us
I known to grip like a cobra
You be sipping that soda
I be mixing that soda
But your shit is cola I be whipping that coke up
In the whip with the chauffeur
If not I'm whippin the rover
Banging that Chief Keef
I used to listen to Sosa
Sometimes I feel like I don't belong here
A lot foul shit be goin' on here
Alt least my dead homies ain't that bitch
At least they ain't have to live to see this shit
Blamed it on 2020 guess what
2021 is looking fucked up
Read all your paper work man you snitched on your soldiers
You had so much paper work It couldn't fit in a folder
If you play with my money then Ima hit the promoter
Put your your clique in the coma just like a killer supposed to
I be schooling these rappers come and get your diploma
Smack the taste out your mouth like you was sick with corona
The smell of that real bag has a significant odor
Man I smell like money come and sniff the aroma
Back on my consistent shit tell them niggas its over
I just bodied this verse
Ima give it some closure
Sometimes I feel like I don't belong here
A lot foul shit be goin' on here
Alt least my dead homies ain't that bitch
At least they ain't have to live to see this shit
Blamed it on 2020 guess what
2021 is looking fucked up
