[Chorus]
Ok I told motherfuckers that my baby was sick
No sleep hella stressed an angry ill lunatic
When fame is attained you know I’m bound to get rich
Keep throwing shit at the wall seeing what’s gonna stick

[Verse 1]
There’s is no plan b, c, d, e, f, g
N***as talkin utmost shit behind a boy’s back shit is wack yea
You’ll be hiding your mouth like a bitch, pussy boys outta get scared ghost face
They gon be ghost faced wit no waist, just wait, right time right place
White lines on white lines, erase all these light rhymes
Must escape out PA stack up a rack then pack leave out and say I’m never coming back
But too much shit be gettin’ in da way I gotta maneuver through the rumors that got me deep into the sewers if I don’t my angels will carry me out and they will no doubt find that problem remover

[Chorus]
Ok I told motherfuckers that my baby was sick
No sleep hella stressed an angry ill lunatic
When fame is attained you know I’m bound to get rich
Keep throwing shit at the wall seeing what’s gonna stick

[Verse 2]
Won’t live this way they throwing stones at my door
Immaculate shame causing me to pace back and forth
Can’t deal wit the pain just know I’ve shivered on floors
Before any help
Addictive to what I’ve gained but still on some remorseful shit
I endure all of it
Pick pocket, piss pottin’
They must’ve forgotten who maneuvers through influences
Who broken ties testified lies in this bitch
Look in my eyes, I’m that serious guy
I might just proceed violence, all in this conscience
Get wit the concept, forget cha nonsense
Smaller issues lead to conflicts
Conflicting news stories in Chicago seen everywhere I go on who has been killed drilled jumped in such
Make a run away from police now criminals cannot get touched
Point blank range, who wanna get popped first?
Our world is goin down the worst
Headed to dry land I'ma need sum for the thirst
Stereotyping, scenario fighting
Those are my friends, do you really wanna be the n***a to fuck up the ends?
[Chorus]
Ok I told motherfuckers that my baby was sick
No sleep hella stressed an angry ill lunatic
When fame is attained you know I’m bound to get rich
Keep throwing shit at the wall seeing what’s gonna stick

[Verse 3]
They at it again, if you couldn’t tell from those script skits you need to read in between the lines
Parallel lines
Soul searching deep down maybe you’ll find
Life’s reasons why shit is deeper than what it is
That’s straight facts
Came to tap into my tactics from rapping ripping shit out the plastic fucken fantastic
Hella tired so sleep on my music, mattresses
Some of y’all bitchy fellas be actin’ like actresses
Black Sabbath wins
Rock out, shoutout to any n***a tryna make it
Energy drained, anger wasted
Motivation jaded cause them fuckers was hatin’ on the greatest
Fuck their permission
You see I keep my feelings in not out that’s on a daily basis and even tho my skin brown not black they still tryna figure what my race is but that’s racist
Tryna envy the greatness just wait till me splash become famous
Cause we gon be sellin’ out shows and bitches gon wanna date us
It’s just all part of the process my g you’ll know what I’m really made of
Just keep yo head on straight
Just keep yo mind at sake and appreciate ya made plate
[Chorus]
Ok I told motherfuckers that my baby was sick
No sleep hella stressed an angry ill lunatic
When fame is attained you know I’m bound to get rich
Keep throwing shit at the wall seeing what’s gonna stick