I need two bad bitches and a bag of good weed

Need a 80-inch screen, that′s a big TV

I need Addies to stay up, I need Xannies to get sleepGod, give me drugs, all the lean that I can drink

All my haters, suck a dick, rest in peace

And to all the opposition, you can come and get me

When I finally do some good, I need everyone to see

But please, I need you to pray for me

Had two whips, put them on gold D's

Saw Lil Baby′s, I went and bought three

Can't fly commercial, that shit ain't luxury

I need duffles, duffles, Louis, Gucci, and Balenci

I need shoes, shoes, all 23

Fill the closet, buy ′em all and I don′t even wear these

I need a necklace, I need watches, I need bezels, I need wallets

Need my diamonds to be flawless, matchin' no canaries

I need more, more, I′ll pay whatever fee

Put me on a billboard, face on every magazine

I want it all, run it up, what the fuck is wrong with me?

'Cause I got everything and I still ain′t happy

I got everything I need

So why am I fallin' to my knees?

I got racks on me, money ain′t a thing

All I really want is to be free

Look at me, I got everything I need

So why am I fallin' to my knees? (Racks on me)

I got racks on me, money ain't a thing

All I really want is to be free

Look at me, look at me

I need a new hairline, I need better abs

My girl a Birkin bag, then BBL her ass (uh)

All the homies jealous, I can′t trust none of ′em

So I cut my day ones off like, fuck it, keep 'em comin′

I need all new friends, they gotta be famous

Showin' everybody that I really fuckin′ made it (uh)

I need a new girl, she gotta be a model

Or a rapper, or a actor, or a fuckin' TikTok-er

But we need to break up, we need to make it public

I′ma call her a slut, make a track, "Fuck that Dumb Bitch"

And I need to rent a yacht, need to go to Miami

Move to Calabasas, get a private bowlin' alley

And I don't even bowl, but I′ma make a statement

Fuck you mean? I′ma to say it, I need to be their favorites

Saw the NBA players, and I'm on Obama′s playlist

Fuck a top five, fuck them all, yep, I'm the greatest

I need love, love, I′m makin' history

I need paparazzi poppin′ pictures every place I be

I want it all, want it all, the American dream

I got everything and I still ain't happy

I got everything I need

So why am I fallin' to my knees?

I got racks on me, money ain′t a thing

All I really want is to be free

Look at me, I got everything I need

So why am I fallin′ to my knees?

I got racks on me, money ain't a thing

All I really want is to be free

Look at me, look at me

I wanna be seen, I wanna be loved

I wanna be felt, don′t wanna be judged

I need some healin' ′cause I cannot feel it

So pour up another double cup of mud

I do not know who the hell I am

Done so many drugs I lost who I was

Every person I let in my circle is secretly

Lurkin' and out for blood (blood)

I got 40 thousand tucked under my mattress

And a ratchet in case anyone′ll figure out the address

Security system in my attic, starin' at it

I'm still flexin′ on the ′Gram just to show 'em that I have it

This the fuckin′ price of fame, ain't never goin′ backwards

But none of this is workin', where′s the purpose in this palace?

Pop a Perc 30, girls twerkin', just another purchase

Spiritually sick, I didn't even know I was malnourished

Everything is desolate

Botox my forehead, they can′t see how stressed I am

Everything I ever wanted, the trinity, money, power, respect

In the end, were the three things that lead me to death