[Verse]
I used to roll with the hippies
Ain't know the type of control I could get
Now I'm Sisyphus, holding the boulder he give me
Post up, getting, we bowl through the city
I strike me a clipper to hold for the trip off a dose of the mini
One cap, white lie, lotus, I'm lifted
Dumb bitch made me let go of my pity
I don't got one bit of hoe left up in me
Up when you ain't and I go where you isn't
I'm in the bricks, it ain't cold in this city
Still got a couple of homies in prison
Still gotta show 'em I know they would ditch me
Still a suburbanite, sculpting an image
Still need a lot of the hope that you give me
My momma crying, I'm hoping she hear me
I'm on the line, I'm a drone in a script
Always high, y'all notice it clearly
Look in my eyes, I'll be frozen and hit
Deer in the lights, my throne in the ditch, damn
Deer in the lights, my throne in the ditch, damn
Culture vulture, not a bone left to pick, damn
Culture vulture, not a bone left to pick, damn