[Intro: flowr]
Hah, what?

[Verse 1: BLCKK]
Run it back
I kill everybody walkin'
That's a fact
I don't fuck round' with my money
[?]
They be different
I don't like what you attract
Spend my shit I make it back
You don't play with guns
I don't feel no love
Everything I rap about is fake
I need my plate
You don't like the real shit
Bitch I need a therapist
(Ain't nobody like me that's cause-)
That's cause I'm a fucking pessimist
Perfectionist
What I used to be ain't used to me
Chasin' what I can't have
(Hi my name is Anthony)
Ha, this ain't what I pray to be
(Ha) Fuck round I have no empathy
Sit back let you fuck with my capacity
Fuck with me, sheesh
(Ha) Ha, sheesh
(Ha) Ha, (Ha) Yuh
[Verse 2: flowr]
This feels fake to me
Fuck that sus shit run it back
And ima' count to three
People talk and that's a fact
There ain't no privacy
Try to liе to me
I'm drinkin' my anxiety
Oh he's hangin' from thе cielin'
Call that luck
I don't think that I'll move on
I guess I'm kinda stuck
I'on fuck round' with a bitch who's fakin' love
She just corrupt
Run up on that pussy
Face gon' need a reconstruct
Sew his fuckin' mouth shut
Cause' that poser wanna talk too much

[Outro]
Shut the fuck up and just listen
I think that you are missin'
My point and I'm so suspicious
All my problems I could solve em' with a Glock
Don't want forgiveness
Talk a lotta shit but he still pull up in a civic
I'm feelin pessimistic, sadistic
Oh I'm terrific
Thank you Jack please have a seat so we can finally finish
I don't have time for a witness
I take a line and I'm vicious
I really hate to say it but your only just another fuckin statistic
(Ha)