Gunna - Bittersweet

[Intro]
(I-I—)
(I-I'm working on dying)

[Verse 1]
Shit been rough, but I ain't too tough to say I love and I miss you
You my dawg, I don't care if we fall out, nigga, I never could diss you
For the chains and the fame, only we seen the vision
'Bout my name, let it bang, goin' out with my pistol
Got me a taste of this fame, it was sweet, now it's bitter
Maybach came with pillows, I can't talk in no pillows (Uh)
Armed and dangerous, but that don't make me no killer
Heard you caught a hit, but that don't make you no killer (Uh)
Rich and I feel fit, look like I play for the Steelers (Uh)
Fans say when I rap, they hear the pain in my rhythm (Uh)
Keeping them far back until I know they agenda (Uh)
All these niggas capping like the man in the middle
They gon' mеntion Wunna cause the views'll bе bigger (Uh)
Ain't now way to explain the way you abusin' these Skittles (Uh)
If I knew the road, I would've rolled, the risk to rolling the dice (Uh)
It's insane inside my brain, I'm spittin' this pain on this mic (Uh)
Gotta ball like I'm Wilt Chamberlain, a hell of a price (Uh)
Love when I'm on drugs, but that just ain't very bright (Uh)
My trust so fucked up, I keep these bitches on ice (Uh)
I can't fall in love, I need a specific type