Brought into the game of life, expected me to play it right
Boy just go to college, and you know you got a future bright
Might just use the lessons that you gave me, I can read and write
Writing with a paper and a pen to rap, oh me oh my
That ain’t a path that they wanna see you taking
We ain’t finna call a rapper at graduation
Rap this and rap that, you sure you ain’t mistaken?
.You can’t do anything, everything has limitations
I ain’t trynna buy no fucking bottles or fuck no models
Fucking sick of fucking up my hand when I write for hours
I swear that I hear the voice of Satan when I’m in the shower
IDK Cutno, come to me and you can be my prowler
Ima grant you all this power, take it, you could make a tower
Of money and fame, to cover your pain
I’m going insane, can’t be going through this again
I call her up to hear voice tell me I’ll be okay

Everybody wanna criticize the pair of lazy eyes
But kiss his ass when he almost dies, don’t you realize
These is real lies that they telling, trynna be nice
But I ain’t fucking new to this bitch, I almost died twice
Had to pay the price for fucking with evil bitches
And falling for false kisses, I pray to the stars and wish it
I wish I could just quit, and start righting my wrongs
In a pit of my ways, so I’ll write em all my songs
Pray to Buddha and bongs, to smoking’s where I belong
Been a long road from home, I’m barely strong
Gone through so much trauma, I’m calling out for my momma
Cus they took all my innocence away with all this drama
Getting blasted off of my ass, can't pass the acid
Like I’m Popeye and his salad now my teeth are getting jagged
Drag my nuts across a bitch’s face and told her “bitch be happy”
Cus I’m finna hit a milli plays and I ain’t fucking capping
But I am capping, anything could fucking happen
Stranded in the mountains and trapped inside a fucking cabin
Or even scarier than that, I fucking lose my passion
Maybe go to Compton, they kill me just because my fashion
Im asking for action by masking all of my emotions
I’m packing vocal tracks for days, ‘cause of my devotion
I’m kinda lacking hit status because my heart is broken
Forget the malice, there’s a palace in the words he’s spoken
But this America they make it hard for a n***a
And there’s hysteria, it’s either art or it’s liquor
I’m fucking sick of chugging shit until I pass out
It’s fucking sick, she ducking quick as soon as class out
They call themselves best friends but they can not be bothered
Only thing they good for is a heart that’s armored
But you never get the steel without getting clobbered
And If we back when I blow up, it’d be kind of awkward

~I tend to get angry easily and I push people away a lot, but if you need someone I promise I can do my best to be a much better friend for you and someone you can trust~