Released: July 1, 2019

Songwriter: Mikey the Magician Rocci Pouya

Producer: Rocci Mikey the Magician

[Intro]
MTM, hit 'em with the heat

[Chorus]
Five six, grew an inch with them Timbs on
I need forty-five thousand to sing songs
Now they mad ’cause they bitch gon' sing along
You ain't gotta worry, homie, I just wanna be alone
Five six, grew an inch with them Timbs on
I need forty-five thousand to sing songs
Now they mad ’cause they bitch gon' sing along
You ain't gotta worry, homie, I just wanna be alone

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I don't need nobody help but I feel like I'm dyin'
Beggin' for someone to pick me up and keep me thrivin'
If I said I love myself, I know I would be lyin’
Lookin’ up at the stars and I can't see myself survivin’

[Verse]
On point, no deadshot, bass drop like napalm bombs
Everybody swing arms, armed with a Glock 9
Left, right, left, right
Every red light, fuckboy wanna take mine
I just wanna see my baby mama livin' lavish and laughin'
Enemies wanna put me in a casket
For what though? I don't know
I don’t control what these grown men think about when they solo
I'm sick of the photos for people I don't know
So I put tints on that four-door
I'd rather be nothing than noticed
I'd rather be something than nothing, I come slow
I need the money, keep the fame and the drugs and the pain and the lames from my face
The waves in the lanes that I paved way back in the day
Keep me cruisin' away from the ladders and the nooses

[Chorus]
Five six, grew an inch with them Timbs on
I need forty-five thousand to sing songs
Now they mad cause they bitch gon' sing along
You ain't gotta worry, homie, I just wanna be alone
Five six, grew an inch with them Timbs on
I need forty-five thousand to sing songs
Now they mad cause they bitch gon' sing along
You ain't gotta worry, homie, I just wanna be alone

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I don't need nobody help but I feel like I'm dyin'
Beggin' for someone to pick me up and keep me thrivin'
If I said I love myself, I know I would be lyin'
Lookin' up at the stars and I can't see myself survivin'

[Outro]
I don't wanna feel the same pain, same pain
I don't ever wanna maintain, maintain
I'm just hopin' that you're okay, okay
Pray you never get lonely, lonely
I don't wanna feel the same pain, same pain
I don't ever wanna maintain, maintain
I'm just hopin' that you're okay, okay
Pray you never get lonely, lonely
I don't wanna feel the same pain, same pain
I don't ever wanna maintain, maintain
I'm just hopin' that you're okay, okay
Pray you never get lonely, lonely
I don't wanna feel the same pain, same pain
I don't ever wanna maintain, maintain
I'm just hopin' that you're okay, okay
Pray you never get lonely, lonely

Pouya

Kevin Pouya (born December 20, 1994), simply known as Pouya, is an American rapper in the South Florida underground scene. His father is from Iran, his mother from Cuba. He is part of the Miami collective Buffet Boys, which he started with long-time collaborator Fat Nick.

Known for his long hair, introspective raps, and fondness of Cadillacs, Pouya has since starting his career in 2012 made a big name for himself in the Florida underground scene. He is influenced by a variety of horrorcore rappers including Cleveland group, Bones Thugs-n-Harmony.

While living with Fat Nick at Nick’s mom’s house, Kevin released his debut mixtape, Fuck It. In an interview with The Hundreds, he talked about what his life would be like if he didn’t pursue