fragile

Skrrt One bag, two bag, need more hands So I'm breaking up with diamonds Yeah, this baby needs some bands Sipping coffee, don't do Xans, I don't really need to try it Hit the thrift, spend a rack, thirty bucks for my whole outfit I signed that shit, I sold that fit I'll make these pennies 'til I'm rich I'll write a hit like really quick I see that bag I'll grab and dip That yellow drum with sticky tips I ain't a poser, want my clip I skip the script, my chain go drip This baby get some money, I'm just a kid I'm feelin' fragile All up in my moods Do it 'cause I'm bossy never do it for the views Tryna live frosty now it's all I wanna do Actin' like I love myself, know a boy do I got a voice and I'm feelin' it, yeah Rolls Royce more like IKEA bed, yeah I got vintage jeans, oh yeah I never ever bought supreme, oh yeah When I get famous Tell me what my name is Spell it on the pavement When I get famous Tell me what my name is Spell it on the pavement B-A-B-Y B-o-y, yeah Baby boy comin' with the fire Knew I'd always rise and go higher But never thought I'd turn into messiah One bag, two bag, need more hands So I'm breaking up with diamonds Yeah, this baby needs some bands Sipping coffee, don't do Xans, I don't really need to try it Hit the thrift, spend a rack, thirty bucks for my whole outfit I signed that shit, I sold that fit I'll make these pennies 'til I'm rich I'll write a hit like really quick I see that bag I'll grab and dip That yellow drum with sticky tips I ain't a poser, want my clip I skip the script, my chain go drip This baby get some money, I'm just a kid I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid Running after money yeah I skrrt, skrrt, skrrt 'Cause I'm fragile (fragile) Too much on my card, now I'm locked out (locked out) I got nothing at all, nothing at all, nothing at all I might be an asshole, I might be an asshole, I might be an asshole Yeah my mama always told me Yeah I gotta get my bags up Push back, push my legs up Whatever happened to my pay stubs? I need them raised up 'Cause I be fragile, I hope I hold up And I do not know what I think about all these other rappers Can't you be yourself and leave the drugs behind? We already got them actors Might just fuck around and write a book, so go read on my chapter Do this shit for fun and all that cash and that the shit that matters One bag, two bag, need more hands So I'm breaking up with diamonds Yeah, this baby needs some bands Sipping coffee, don't do Xans, I don't really need to try it Hit the thrift, spend a rack, thirty bucks for my whole outfit I signed that shit, I sold that fit I'll make these pennies 'til I'm rich I'll write a hit like really quick I see that bag I'll grab and dip That yellow drum with sticky tips I ain't a poser, want my clip I skip the script, my chain go drip This baby get some money, I'm just a kid