I need two bad bitches and a bag of good weed Need a 80-inch screen, that's a big TV I need Addys to stay up, I need Xannies to get sleep God, give me drugs, all the lean that I can drink All my haters suck a dick, rest in peace Send to all the opposition, you can't 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 wits, put them on Goldies Saw lil' babies, I went and bought three Can't block commercial, that ain't luxury I need doubles, doubles, Louie, Gucci, and Balenci I need shoes, shoes, all 23 Fill the closet, buy them 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 Matching no canaries I need more, more, I'll pay whatever fee Put me on the billboard, face on every magazine Run it up, what the f*** is wrong with me? Cause I got everything and I still ain't free I got everything I need So why am I falling to my knees? I got X 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 falling to my knees? I got X on me, money ain't a thing All I really want is to be free Look at me, look at me New hairline, I need better ass My girl a Birkin bag, the BBLer All the homies jealous, I can't trust none of them So I cut my day ones off, like, to keep them coming I need all new friends, they gotta be famous Showing everybody that I really f***ing made it I need a new girl, she gotta be a model Or a rapper, or an actor, or a f***ing TikToker But we need to break out, we need to make it public I'ma call her, make a check F*** that dumb s*** and I need her in a yacht Need to go to Miami, move to Calabasas Get a private bowling alley and I don't even ball But I'ma make a statement, f*** you mean, I'ma say it I need to be the favorites, all the NBA players And I'm on Obama's playlist, f*** Top 5, f*** them all Yeah, I'm the greatest, I need love, love I'm making history, I need paparazzi Popping pictures every place I be, I want it all The American Dream I got everything and I still ain't caught I got everything I need So why am I falling 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 falling 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, I wanna be judged I need some healing 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 lurking and out for blood I got 40,000 tucked into my mattress Interaction in case anyone don't figure out the address Security system in my attic Staring at it, I'm still flexing on the gram Just to show them that I have it This the f***ing price of fame Ain't never going backwards But none of this is working Where's the purpose in this palace? Pop a perc, 30 girls twerking 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 led me to death