Fragile lyrics

One bag, two bag, need more hands So I'm breaking up with diamonds yeah this baby needs some bands Sipping coffee, don't do xans I don't really need to try it Hit the thrift, spend a rack 30 bucks for my whole outfit I signed that shit, I sold that fit I'll make these pennies till I'm rich I'll write a hit like really quick I see that bag I'll grab and dip That yellow drum with sticky tips I ain't a poser, want my clip I skip the script, my chain go drip This baby get some money, I'm just a kid I'm feelin' fragile, all up in my moods Do it cause I'm bossy never do it for the views Tryna live frosty now it's all I wanna do Actin like I love myself, know a boy do I got a voice and I'm feelin it yeah Rolls-Royce more like IKEA bed yeah I got vintage jeans oh, yeah I never ever bought supreme oh, yeah When I get famous Tell me what my name is Spell it on the pavement When I get famous Tell me what my name is Spell it on the pavement B-A-B-Y B-O-Y Baby boy comin' with the fire Knew I'd always rise and go higher But never thought I'd turn into messiah 1 bag, 2 bag, need more hands So I'm breaking up with diamonds yeah this baby needs some bands Sipping coffee, don't do xans I don't really need to try it Hit the thrift, spend a rack 30 bucks for my whole outfit I signed that shit, I sold that fit I'll make these pennies till I'm rich I'll write a hit like really quick I see that bag I'll grab and dip That yellow drum with sticky tips I ain't a poser, want my clip I skip the script, my chain go drip This baby get some money, I'm just a kid I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid Running after money yeah I skrrt skrrt skrrt Cause I'm fragile Too much on my card, now I'm locked out I got nothing at all, nothing at all, nothing at all I might be an asshole, I might be an asshole, I might be an asshole Yeah my Momma always told me Yeah I gotta get my bags up Push back, push my legs up Whatever happened to my pay stubs I need them raised up Cause I be fragile, I hope I hold up And I do not know what I think about all these other rappers Cant you be yourself and leave the drugs behind, we already got them actors Might just fuck around, write a book so go read on my chapter Do this shit for fun and all that cash and that the shit that matters 1 bag, 2 bag, need more hands So I'm breaking up with diamonds yeah this baby needs some bands Sipping coffee, don't do xans I don't really need to try it Hit the thrift, spend a rack 30 bucks for my whole outfit I signed that shit, I sold that fit I'll make these pennies till I'm rich I'll write a hit like really quick I see that bag I'll grab and dip That yellow drum with sticky tips I ain't a poser, want my clip I skip the script, my chain go drip This baby get some money, I'm just a kid