Used to feel hate, used to feeling like I’m nothing
You still feel like hating cause I’m turning it to something

Used to be the plug told the homies i could front em
They ain't got my money ain't around when i confront em

Only took a took a year gotta shout out to my cousin
I know theres some who got me and it ain't up for discussion

And everybody else is just the reason that I’m cussin
I play this on the radio like fuck the repercussions

Give a fuck the reapers coming, I’m dealing with this tension
And it seem like everybody only do it for attention

When i was a freshman, always in detention
It was me and all my henchman prolly bout to split a ten strip

In a whole nother dimension
I ain't ever quittin homie fuck up out my mentions

And if i said it then i meant it
I just lost my mind and homie this is how i mend shit, yeah!