Suffering From Success

The price of fame

Shit real

Fuck fame

Let's fuck this shit

Fuck fame

Got too many racks on me

I can't even go to sleep

Just go get em, I'm VIP

I believed in CID

I don't trust you!

I'm suffering

I'm suffering... from success

I'm suffering... from success

I worked so hard...

This my hymn song

Fuck this money nigga, fuck this chain

Fuck my watch, you can have that ring

Keep my whips, you can have that fame

So stressed out, I'm going insane

Young nigga can't even sleep at night

All this money I done seen in life

More cash bring more haters

Fuck around and went and bought a chopper twice

Cause I'm paranoid, and I bury boy

If he playin' with mine, then it's oh lord

Please don't make a nigga do that

Please don't make a nigga do that

You dont' know what the fuck I been through

Plus my lawyer texting me too, boy my baby momma be trippin'

Talking bout child support, I can't do it

I don't trust nobody but God, all these foreign's parked in my yard

Swear last night I swimmed in that money, then woke up in a million dollar car

Boy I'm too stressed, so blessed

Please somebody pray for me, I'm suffering from success

Lord, have mercy

Got too many racks on me

I can't even go to sleep

Just go get em, I'm VIP

I believed in CID

I don't trust you!

I'm suffering

I'm suffering... from success

I'm suffering... from success

My momma told me when I was a little bity boy, I was blessed

Frustrated

Nigga fuck that car

Fuck these ho's

Fuck these millions

Fuck your feelings

I'm sufferin, I'm sufferin

Fuck this house, fuck this condo

Fuck these models, fuck these bottles

I'm suffering

I'm suffering

Got too many racks on me

I can't even go to sleep

Just go get em, I'm VIP

I believed in CID

I don't trust you!

I'm suffering

I'm suffering... from success

I'm suffering... from success

My momma told me when I was a little bity boy, I was blessed

Frustrated