Mixed Emotions

Yeah

Lil Tjay (Remy)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Know you want me for my bread, you ain't fucking wit' my head

Try to push me to the edge, I reverse that shit instead

You want me 'cause I'm on, you want me 'cause I'm on

You want me 'cause the drip I got, the sauce that I got on

I pop out with some Gucci, Cartiers and Saint Laurent

Got all these mixed emotions, had to put 'em in a song

You want me 'cause I'm on, you want me 'cause I'm on

You gold digging thinking I don't know what's going on

I love my niggas but y'all ain't treating me the same

I never thought that y'all would switch up on me for the fame

Chatting on my name

So call my phone, I'm a let it ring

Call my phone, I'm a let it ring now

Tell me what you would do

If your day one nigga started changing on you

We done been through a lot, ya act like y'all forgot

And I know a lot of niggas didn't want me to pop

Got no love for a thot, I'm just chasing the guap

Hollow shells for a nigga 'cause we play with them Glocks

So I stay with a chop, I ain't saying a lot

'Til Sandy come home, he gon' stay in the box

They ain't feeling my pain, they must think it's a game

I can't wait to take a picture next to Nicki and Wayne

Two SB on the chain and I know I'ma stain

If you run up on me I'm a have some shells for your brain

Henny, Patron got me feeling good

The gang with me, wish a nigga would

Strapped, waitin' for a opp when I'm in the hood

I'm a keep making noise 'til it's understood

Know you want me for my bread, you ain't fucking wit' my head

Try to push me to the edge, I reverse that shit instead

You want me 'cause I'm on, you want me 'cause I'm on

You want me 'cause the drip I got, the sauce that I got on

I pop out with some Gucci, Cartiers and Saint Laurent

Got all these mixed emotions, got to put 'em in a song

You want me 'cause I'm on, you want me 'cause I'm on

You gold digging thinking I don't know what's going on

And I could spit some shit that y'all just wouldn't comprehend

It's really Smelly drive and I'm riding to the end

My new grip the clip extend, it's full for all your friends

They prayin' I'ma fail when my career, it just began

Told the guys it's our year, right now it's our time

I'ma always do my best to make sure everyone shine

Long, long time, we all gon' be fine

I ain't never said contradicted none of my lines

But I'm going through stuff, I think that I'm stressed

Everyday I'm in the studio, ain't getting no rest

That's the reason why the haters won't acknowledge that I'm next

They hate because I'm coming strong, stepping on they neck

Why you hating on me? I ain't hating on you

And niggas clout chasing like it's something to do

I still don't understand, I swear everything new

And I'm hearing a lot of rumors, I don't know if they true

I know you niggas too fake, they two-faced

Always throwing shade, swear that shit amuse me

You're not about to use me, use me

I ain't got no feelings shorty, you a groupie