[Verse 1: Michael Christmas]
I'm twenty young
I'm not getting no money (Bro)
I make hella excuses (Jokes)
Think everything is funny (Ha)
I'm lying to my money (Sorry)
I tell her I'm not hungry (Its a lie)
I'm up late night I'm working (Shit)
Otherwise I'm bumming
On (?) with my (?) (Tick tick)
They cop cigarettes for me (God damn)
What type of life is this
No one taught me shit (Never)
Sit back and I reminisce
How would I smoke out with (?)
He told me stories about how he was a kid
Meanwhile y mom kept my ass in the crib
"Keep your ass in the crib 'cause these n***as are shooting"
No bunch of chitter chatter
"Cause any day could be the day her son go splitter splatter
And she says she remembers when she heard my pitter patter
So it probably confused her when a n***a picked up a rapper
I pick up while I'm smoking cover up the (?)
I'm writing all these stories n***as got to feel this chapter
I'm dodging death on the daily I've been ducking some disasters

So you talking about my Twitter, I'm like what the fuck it matters
Talking about my Twitter I'm like what the fuck it matter huh
(What the fuck it matter huh)
So you talking about my Twitter i'm like what the fuck it matter huh
(That's it?)
Said you talking about my Twitter I'm like what the fuck it matter huh
What the fuck it matter
Said you talking bout my Twitter like what the fuck it matter huh

Just some kids killing shit
Making hits, taking risks
Just some kids killing shit
Making hits, taking risks
Take a hit of this oooh
Just some kids killing shit
Kids killing shit
Making hits, taking risks
Tick tick