[Lyric] GYM WORK (Bohemian Lonely)

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
I had a dub sac in my bucket
Now I got about seven grams
Yeah niggas still in a jam
Still needa work, that's word to your mans
'Fore I'm never heard of again
Niggas like BO he certain to end
Niggas like LO just lonely again
Guess they right cause I like her, her, and her friend
By 25 tryna skrt in a Benz
That depends if a nigga can splurge on the engine
Niggas never learn from the kid
Gotta be the one, just to hurt em again
I got
All these niggas just running in circles again
Pokémon
How I put in work in the gym
Nah, I'm LeBron
But a nigga really gotta work on his handles first
Then I can get that crib that got that banister
Walking in the sand, till a nigga toe jams and his sandals hurt
Rather be doing that shit
I know niggas kicking shit, hitting licks off Candler
Nigga used to live by Campbellton
Nigga could you go everywhere, could your ass even
Handle it
TV talking to me in my sleep, in my dreams
But now I'm managing
Nigga don't even got a manager
Rosedale straight to Atlanta
Look
Yeah
Why would I have any manners
They don't understand us
And I got my hands up anyway
Can't assimilate
Can't remember days
Can't be feeling pain
Can't be fuckin'
Fucking plain
I'm playing
Fuck that shit