Yeah, ayy Bitch, I'm the WORST, you lucky you not The kid gonna ride a Hearse into a thot I'm miss with the swerve but I skrrt a lot I'm rolling in mula, yeah, I got the guap I'm taking my time with this shit, 'fore my mood 'bout to dip Yeah, I'm working on making shit hot And I've been improving so quick, 'member I couldn't sing Now I'm autocrooning to the top They ain't 'gon name names, they aim AK's Play the blame game like they Kanye They all lames, they all want fame They ain't worked hard, they paid they way I paved my way and now, I'm dropping hits I'm accomplishing shit, yeah, I'm bodying this Obnoxious as shit, you ain't Lil Uzi but in a year, wanna be kid Who the fuck you think you are? Can't even lease a car Can't even lease a beat, yeah, you ain't getting far You ain't in the clique, CVTE until I R.I.P. If you talking shit then you can suck my dick Man, I'm done with faking all this happiness I'ma drown my sorrows while I'm writing hits You 'gon fake depression when you haven't lived Lemme teach a lesson, come on, listen, quick Just cause you buy your views, ayy You ain't enlightened, dude, ayy You just some frightened dude, ayy That used to be me too, ayy I was worried that they'd fucking hate me Then I learned that they all fucking hate me Now, I'm balling, love the shit I'm making But you'll never be me, no You say you have talent, that's a stretch Say your shit is banging, that's a stretch Claiming that you can sing, that's a stretch Sayin' that we fam, shit, that's a stretch Lemme see your balance, where's the check? Oh, are you embarrased of what you said? Wishing that you outlive it, 'fore your death? You a fucking clown bitch, that ain't a stretch You say you have talent, that's a stretch Say your shit is banging, that's a stretch Claiming that you can sing, that's a stretch Sayin' that we fam, shit, that's a stretch Lemme see your balance, where's the check? Oh, are you embarrased of what you said? Wishing that you outlive it, 'fore your death? You a fucking clown bitch, that ain't a stretch Yeah, claiming that you got bands, that's a stretch (stretch) Cant wife a thot bitch, that’s a bet (bet) Won't talk about shit so just guess (what?) I drop a whole rack for the flex, ayy (okay!) Niggas be plotting and bitches be thottin' All these hoe ass bitches, I don't see the difference (what?) Talking about me and gossip about me 'Gon get you nowhere so just stop all the trippin' (okay, okay!) Cause I'ma just get it, racks on your head Pull up and hop out, why my friends is dead Man, I fuck with them Bens, feel heaven sent I dropped my old bitch, got like two ones instead I been going so hard, this just the start (ayy, ayy) Niggas be talking that shit like they hard (ayy, ayy) I might pull yo' whole card, take this shit far (ayy, ayy) Fuck spittin' shit cause I'm flippin' them bars, ayy (ayy, yuh) Niggas wanna act like they 'bout shit, ayy Niggas wanna act like I'm not lit, ayy Niggas wanna ask when I drop shit, ayy Niggas, I just done drop shit, ayy I pull up and they go, that's flex I’m taking that gas to my chest I pull up and your bitch gets wet You think you lit, well, that's a stretch You say you have talent, that's a stretch Say your shit is banging, that's a stretch Claiming that you can sing, that's a stretch Sayin' that we fam, shit, that's a stretch Lemme see your balance, where's the check? Oh, are you embarrased of what you said? Wishing that you outlive it, 'fore your death? You a fucking clown bitch, that ain't a stretch You say you have talent, that's a stretch Say your shit is banging, that's a stretch Claiming that you can sing, that's a stretch Sayin' that we fam, shit, that's a stretch Lemme see your balance, where's the check? Oh, are you embarrased of what you said? Wishing that you outlive it, 'fore your death? You a fucking clown bitch, that ain't a stretch Ayy, ayy, ayy, OldGod, what the fuck is up now? Yeah, when you see me, you just rush out (you just rush out!) Stretch my bank account, I just run it up now Drop my L, now I'm melt., all alone, only one now Stretchy little sluggy body on that bitch I've seen her stretch it in ways (ways!) These feelings are coming in waves (waves!) Saturated with these lames (lames!) What is that sound? She suck on my meat (She suck on my meat) Mouth metal like zinc (Zinc!) She squirt on the mink like octopuss ink (Ink!) Water on me like a sink (sink!) I just killed the pussy now I gotta hide the body i can't take it to the elevator, people in the lobby Give a fuck about a crop top, cock block, why? I've been kicking bitches in the face like Cobra Kai Been stretching the walls of that bitch, Hubba Bubba Your man is a cuckhold, just made me your lover After I cum, I only wanna cuddle No towels in my house, you best sleep in a puddle, ayy You say you have talent, that's a stretch Say your shit is banging, that's a stretch Claiming that you can sing, that's a stretch Sayin' that we fam, shit, that's a stretch Lemme see your balance, where's the check? Oh, are you embarrased of what you said? Wishing that you outlive it, 'fore your death? You a fucking clown bitch, that ain't a stretch You say you have talent, that's a stretch! Say your shit is banging, that's a stretch! Claiming that you can sing, that's a stretch! Sayin' that we fam, shit, that's a stretch! Lemme see your balance, where's the check? Oh, are you embarrased of what you said? Wishing that you outlive it, 'fore your death? You a fucking clown bitch, that ain't a stretch! Stretch, stretch, stretch, stretch What? What? What? Okay!

People tryna fuck with me, I will not catch a case Hardest in my field, you know there is no debate I'm sad on every song so I might switch it up today You tryna be like me but you won't catch up at this rate You won't ever be like me Leon Vegas going hard to his fans who are overseas Didn't fuck with me back when I gave you all my MP3s But now everyone's on my dick, so it's nice to meet you But I do not need your attention I'm staying busy, I'm working on shit every day Until I've dropped a project in every month Starting May to December, I'm getting paid But I don't fuck with the snakes Got the Based God feature, now they all tryna keep up I don't need to take a breather, no delay like Mike Dean, uh 'Cause I go hard, sounding evil, ayy Little bitches wanting all my DNA I'm so sorry, girl, but I just need a break 'Cause I'm fucked up enough, right? I do not need your advice, but you wanting my feature price? Just DM me, bro, I don't care 'bout the dough I've been broke forever, that ain't changing at all But the flow stay changing cause your boy a savage I'ma spit this shit then let all y'all have it Cause you wanting the fix like you all some addicts Call me Logic like I'm bustin' with a semi-automatic I don't fuck with any hoes because my last one's tragic Fuck, that shit went hard, but people still say that I've got no bars People tryna fuck with me, I will not catch a case Hardest in my field, you know there is no debate I'm sad on every song so I might switch it up today You tryna be like me but you won't catch up at this rate

Rush, rush, better put it out quick Write, write, craft another damn hit Take time? Fuck that, they ain't 'bout it, ayy Rush, rush, better put it out quick, yeah Oh, god, what the fuck you need me for? Now I'm blowing big, I'm gettting all your support I'll write a song so quick and then make 50 more I'm the hardest in the game? Well, yeah, like, oh, of course 'Cause I'm running from this shit, man, it's been stressin' me I really wish I kept up and I had more energy But I'm so fucking done so let me rest in peace I said I'm so fucking done, let me rest in peace I can't take another minute of this shit forreal I'd rather go and kill myself than sit through this ordeal I'm said I'm so fucking done so let me rest in peace Yeah, I'm so fucking done, let me rest in peace Working hard on the craft, I'ma make it mine Little fucks wanna try and waste all of my time I ain't having none of that, I won't deal with any lies I'ma fuck shit up and do it big, alright I've been going off, yeah, Leon Vegas rocks, yeah Leon Vegas wants to kill himself a fucking lot, yeah But he's going in, yeah, he won't love a bitch, no He just fuckin' goes insane, he's barely managing, yeah I might need a break Spent so long just sleeping through the pain Leon Vegas rocks and he's so great, ayy Leon Vegas rocks and he's so great, ayy That went off-beat but I don't care

I don't wanna talk, don't wanna talk so please don't talk at all Livin' with the pain, get off my ass and then I walk it off Starin' at the wall, just wanna ball, but she done cut me off Drop a couple pills 'cause she don't love me, nope, not at all Nope, not all, nope, not at all Fuck stayin' sober, little bitch, you know I'm noddin' off Yeah, noddin' off, yeah, noddin' off She like takin' pictures of her body, I say send 'em all I don't give a fuck 'bout a goddamn thang My wrists stay slit, bitch, you know how I rock Heavy metal thot, she be chillin' by my cock Oh, Nina, oh, Nina, I couldn't believe her I shoulda seen it, that bitch was a eater Now my heart cold, man, colder than the freezer Liable to kill myself, that's why I keep a heater Itchin' from addictions, my skin burnin' like some ether Either way, I get paid So it don't mean nothing, man Swear I've had enough of it, tired of throwin up and shit I stay feelin hurt but it's my fault for tryna love a bitch [Chorus: HIGHSTAKES LOWLIFE] I don't wanna talk, don't wanna talk so please don't talk at all Livin' with the pain, get off my ass and then I walk it off Starin' at the wall, just wanna ball, but she done cut me off Drop a couple pills 'cause she don't love me, nope, not at all Nope, not all, nope, not at all Fuck stayin' sober, little bitch, you know I'm noddin' off Yeah, noddin' off, yeah, noddin' off She like takin' pictures of her body, I say send 'em all Whoa, all my goddamn life I've been tested by these hoes, I swear that I'm surprised I don't get how I've got this far but it's all on my mind And with my last girl, yeah, I put it all on the line And yeah, I don't wanna lie but I've been feelin' kinda low (yeah) Maybe if I sing about it, I could reach my goals (yeah) I could put the work like I'm doing every moment (yeah, yeah) I feel empty so I guess I should reload, damn I'm just craving all my own stans, ayy Tour the world 'cause I'm so CVTE, man I mean CVTE, boy, what's that shit to you, boy? I'm a waste of space but hey, at least I'm killin' every tune, damn I don't wanna talk, don't wanna talk so please don't talk at all Livin' with the pain, get off my ass and then I walk it off Starin' at the wall, just wanna ball, but she done cut me off Drop a couple pills 'cause she don't love me, nope, not at all Nope, not all, nope, not at all Fuck stayin' sober, little bitch, you know I'm noddin' off Yeah, noddin' off, yeah, noddin' off She like takin' pictures of her body, I say send 'em all

Okay, maybe I could be the bigger man, if I wanted to be This ain't a diss, I need to get stuff off my chest, honestly I'm not a rapper, 'least, I do not wanna be one I just want to vent on instrumentals all night long But fuck it, I can't even do that, right? I can't do it right I don't need more inspiration, 'cause you fucked me up too right Now I'm crying to these hoes, that's what everybody's saying But when they want a feature or a verse, oh, they just playin' Ayy, bro, you got a song with Lil B, come hit me, ight? If you want me a feature, you better fucking pay the feature price I don't even charge much, I just need to make ends meet Fuck it, you can't even do that, so why did you come up to me? Don't you know I'm jobless, remember what I said in 'Pure' "I'll be on Steve Jobs shit" I'm just in the fucking void They don't even acknowledge shit, they just care about followers Since 'Idol' blew up, people pay attention when I'm dropping shit It's weird, I don't know if I like that much I just wanna make some shit that people'll bump I'm praying they don't have some expectations from this fucking loser Ayo, that's me, nice to meet ya, I hope I don't lose ya 'Cause I'm really, really good at driving all my friends away They don't wanna hear my shit "He's crying 'bout his ex again" But fucking hell, do you know what she put me through, like, seriously? She cheated, caused my anxiety, that's just a couple things I think I've got dysmorphia, my fucking life is torture, yeah I almost went and ended it, but I've got friends supporting, yeah It means a lot, it truly does, I'm sick and tired of all this stuff Repeating this shit over and over, it's really gettin' tough But I'm just at the point where I'm just way too fucking used to Venting on a track, it's like a form of self-abuse But hey, people like it, right? Me fucking up my life I just need to joke a bit, please somebody, tell my wife That he's a joke, make him freestyle, he'll choke Stupid motherfucker wasting oxygen, I hope he chokes Forreal, why the fuck am I still making this music? They don't wanna listen, all the stuff I make is stupid But hey, I set myself a goal, project every month Starting May, ends in December, I better hurry up I've got an album almost done, I'm hoping people love it It's a sequel to a project if you want it But I just wanna vent some more, seeing how I opened up One day I'll be happy, next day, I'll be throwing up Is it really healthy if I sleep all day? I'll wake up for a bit and go to sleep so late I think it's 'cause I'm tired, I think I wanna retire Can I even do that, am I big enough to meet the requirements? Fuck it, I'll just keep on pumping music out until I crack Not too long to go, yeah, I fucking promise that I just need to stop this shit and fucking move on quick As soon as I'm done with this, I'll take off in my rocket ship 'Cause then, at least I'll finally have some space I'm sick to death of rapping, I'ma just keep singing, ayy