[Verse 2: Jay Sickly]

Life's been really Handin me Life has been Handin me nothin but Gatorade and hand grenades, your hand is played pretty well but I'm shootin gamma rays
And I can't stand to be just apart of
Ya fantasy, showed myself to the world and they told me they couldn't handle me tryna make him get heated , but patience is a virtue
Try and evade me but lately I wouldn't hurt you
Couldn't concern you in the struggles of a real muhfucka
A no good hood stuck in his feels muh fucka
In the late night tryna find a cure for his stage fright
Mixing the syrup and the Sprite tight till it tastes right
With a face like a animal, ya fantasy intangible
And yes I am rap homie feed me beats like
A cannibal cannabis in the dutchie
Puffin it while she fuck me
I guess I know the feeling of the saying getting lucky I'm just sayin if you trust me and follow me we gon make it we lookin at the world me and Apollo gonna take it hate it or love it imma take it fuck it don't wantcha pinion
As long as the pockets deep and fat imma keep on grinnin definitive of a leada
Spot on like cheetah seekin the knowledge them keep in college you prolly gon needa
Lessons of lessons you should learn through
Concern you in all of my thoughts makin music that you can burn to
They like "we heard you" I hear me too
I'm preaching to the people homie clearly a clue to hear me through the wall in the next room zoom Off to the next moon - hopefully a place where the tech boom is awfully quiet way off lost in a riot like the guidance from the pilot was the wrong direction and the choice the lord made to keep me in stores Playin would have never been a wrong selection
Not in a, million years, while I fill up my peers wit good vibes good tries so they ain't cripple in fear cause I'm done with the bullshit, Neva been a cool kid, more like the white type to show up to school wit a full clip as fools sit in silence as I give this presentation, medicate before I meditate so designation as a driva ain't upon me when we leavin the strip
Leave me to rip if y'all be trippin homie keep me
A hit
Tryin to escape this reality Dude was born into
Pouring a deuce Of lean and Do more than you
Then ignore ya crew I'm sick of it like this some shit forreal I'm gettin intimate and then I'm gettin lit and that's it and that's why I'm trippin bitch
Aka the moral is I've been puttin in work that you
Couldn't comprehend couldn't dig it if it was dirt
Love is all I got I'mma give it until it hurt
I ain't givin up on yo fantasy I'm givin you my word
And forreal for what it's worth it's like water covers the earth
But you couldn't comprehend it couldn't dig it if it was dirt
Love is all I got imma give it until it hurts I ain't givin up on yo fantasy I'm givin you my word