Lately I feel the haters eatin' away at my confidence. They scream out my failures and whisper my accomplishments.

Secrets you were telling everybody but me.. Don't be fooled by the money I'm still just young and unlucky, I'm surprised you couldn't tell

Universe is just a verse of me, I keep it generic and the niggas take it personally.

Wouldve came back for you, I just needed time to do what I had to do. Caught in the life, I cant let it go. Whether thats right, I wont ever know. But here goes nothin.

Just call me 'Shoppin Bag Drizzy'. And call me 'Mr Damn, He Aint Coppin That Is He?'

Live without pretending, love without depending, listen without defending, speak without offending.

Me, my niggas and some Madonna hoes that look just like virgins but trust they down to go.