[Verse]
Day 1, this shit ain’t fun
Maybe I’ll learn a lesson
Maybe everything supposedly wrong wit me will decrease in substance, prosper in abundance
I ain’t wit life’s rules and I ain’t like you fools
Nah I don’t like you fools, you see the foolery
More like fuck it, more like buckets
I might just get back to friends wit Tyreek Lovett
Needs to be convent and repent
Connection to god out in publicity
No ones missing nor kissing me, which seems odd
I wish to rewind and read time and give this wisdom to the people who see blind
Read in between the lines
Others perception causes tension not to mention
I’m put in a dimension by myself
No one helps, no one cares
Matter of fact, no one even dares to have the audacity to speak to me face to face about the problems that take me to an empty space
Dark place, so deep, it’s hell
I scream and I yell
Still don’t get a fucken answer
My own people despise me, other people wanna fight me
I love em all but same time fuck em all
I’m throwing shit at the wall just hoping somethin’ would stick
Tryna cope, asking questions to god like why me?
Why me?
I’m most definitely for sure he could see the shit that happens to me
Testify them, make em run for dear life
Excuse my sin but Jesus Christ, make sure the same shit don’t happen twice
Remember the process, eat shit, receive shit but don’t treat people like shit
And for that
I’ll be a slave in my head, I’ll just be grateful I’m not dead
As everyday, I get an opportunity to unfix my wrongs
As I write, recite about what happened last night wanting to be reckless, wanting to forget shit
One false life changing event like going to jail and everything I was building high as ceilings are gone no need to stay strong
Now I’ve failed, oh well can’t get it back
Once the ship sinks, it can’t get back up to sail
These are mediocre lyrics, I ain’t as advanced as you
Not in it fame, I’m just here to change the game
Everyone will know my name
But if this shit don’t go as planned
Then what the fuck am I supposed to do?
Choose!
So this shit I’m obsessed wit
Better get the fuck from my space
I need peace, I need quite
Things they do just me violent like murder she wrote
The pen to the pad is another new folk
Put cha ass in a hoax you really gon choke
Control my life well don’t grab the remote
They’re all watching plotting against these lyrics
Snitching like bitches on the road to gain these riches
Sitting and sitting, I gotta go get it
Dealing wit fools
Fighting them, fighting myself
All I know is me, nobody else
Don’t need help so stop asking for it
Wanted a bottle of Henny so I’ll go head and pour it
Fast car, nascar
Pedal to the metal, bitch watch me floor it
Tearing shit up, tearing shit down
I’m giving no fucks, lookin’ around everyone’s in a costume, they’re all clowns
Step outta bounds
You’ll order combos, 1 right hook, 2 left hooks
Arrested by cops that’ll go straight into my record book
Still no fucks, given
Headed towards the city with a bigger chip on my shoulder
Already bipolar piss me off, why don't cha?
[Outro]
Don't cha x3