Moments (feat. Willow Stephens)

If I'm addicted to my life, then I would never make a statement I'm a Faulkner when I write, so I must have some relation The ink is getting drier, so this screen is the replacement Hit my barber twice a month because I'm trying to get my fades in Lyricals turning into miracles, cash in the residuals Least that is somewhere I'm tryna get to I'm hardly paying rent with this music that y'all are bumping So I'm living in my life to make sure that it finna come through That a bitch finna come through But she worried Imma pop And worried I'm a leave her when my music at the top Look at the charts like the stars Aint gone be filling my pockets Paparazzi popping they cameras, tryna to get me to comment And then they call me a prophet But I ain't here for the profits Show me a bank where my money ain't losing Value from office Choking, they scheming I barely be breathing, barely be feeding Barely able to keep my head above, what I just be needing Because I'm bleeding, I'm feening for more Bodies be dropping the floor Knockin, be pounding I swear that it's Illuminati for sure Nobody answer the door I see the light coming in and stare through the hole and know who it is I can see that it's