Breaking Point. (Interlude)

Yuh Yuh Yuh uh, Yuh uh The plaques on my wall where I sleep The weed residue on my jeans The bag is made by Louis V and I still want more My girl is a freak, she unique You know she gets nasty for me I've gold linen sheets, karats on my teeth and I still want more No this bottle ain't gonna drink itself The cheap shit from the bottom shelf And if you don't really fuck with it Then you're gettin split like the gar we hit She goes from texting me, to stressing me, to straight up undressing me The melodies are heavenly, theres secrets in my recipe Don't say shit, don't even worry Pack your bags, you better hurry The ride to the top is leaving without you Don't say shit, don't even worry Pack your bags, you better hurry The ride to the top is leaving without you I don't Don't need a saving grace Keep all your sad sad songs I'm stuck in second place My hopes begin to fall I'm at my Breaking Point I'm at my Breaking Point Gotta blow the top off this bitch I'm at my Breaking Point Just wait until I crack