Two face role at my own pace
Raising myself like a pump fake
Butterfly doors for the old ways
Handle myself in the dog days
Think of myself when it all fade
Been around town but it's too late
Feeling like I'm giving up
Feeling like I'm giving up
I been prone from my lows
Say she feel it in her bones
Wouldn't go and let it go
Roll up when I'm stressed
All these fuckas wanna see is numbers
You can catch these hands if you finna run up
Then it's quick clips flying in the summer
Whole city on the map, for the gutter
Whole city on the map for the gutter
Two face role at my own pace
Raising myself like a pump fake
Butterfly doors for the old ways
Handle myself in the dog days
Think of myself when it all fade
Been around town but it's too late
Feeling like I'm giving up
Feeling like I'm giving up