[Mara Anti]

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, what
Uh, yeah, yeah, anti [?], yeah

[Verse 1]
Smokin' spliffs, writin' scripts, gettin' pissed
'Cause nothin' that I've done has ever really fuckin' hit
But shit, whatever, I'll struggle forever
I just need to get my brain and my body workin' together

[Chorus]
Times things get questionable yeah and
Things just get more difficult yeah
It's hard not to act cynical yeah (too much)
Goin' all around to keep it manageable

[Verse 2]
Keep it a hunnid and one, channel my pain
I never been hard in the paint, at least I'm not fake
Watchin' old sitcoms and listen to the rain
Thinkin' that I owe a lot of things
To the people that stuck with me and
A thousand middle fingers to the ones who fucked with me
But sorry motherfuckers you stuck with me and
I'm gonna keep doin' me until I'm 6 feet under, deep (deep)
So suck a dick if you don't like me
Until they cripple my fingers, I'll keep on fighting (ayy)
Someone like me out there feel this shit, start to strike 'em (deep deep)
Deep because I channel the truth when I'm writing (yeah ayy)
Roll the windows down when I'm writing (ayy)
I can feel the hot when it's rising
But I'mma keep it cool in the heat [?]
When things get tough, [?] I don't care