[Verse 1: Illmaculate]
When I hit lows and can't get right
When I'm against ropes and I sacrifice
I take the insult I won't tip toe around this (?)
I let a pistol, clip blow, for my family's life
And I'll explain it if you on the fence
Self defense — that ain't gangster bitch that's common sense
(On my shit)
Trying to get dough with them packs at night
In this cold with them chapped lips
Trying to flip O's for like half the price
Damn it right, but all that aside I feel your pain
Exhausted, you nine to fiveing, probably feel the same
Probably know about frequent debt
Probably know about deep depression
Probably know about receiving threats
From the IRS and them repossessions
Underpaid and over working, no insurance, rolling dirty
Suspended license, they won't reverse it
I get pulled over, I know it's curtains
Up late, my bad I've had a rough day
I don't have enough space in your status update
My pen and pad are bloodstained
It's the one place that I'm unchained
My brush paints
A masterpiece and then I sadly awake to a canvas unchanged
Blank as their faces when they find the fool
They took us for in the mirror they looking towards
[Hook: Chase Moore]
What you been through I go through
As I'm running from you I can turn around and show you
We feel each other's pain, feel each others pain
Feel each others pain but everything is fine right here
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[Verse 2: Illmaculate]
Don't make an unwise decision about that plus sign addition
That's the upside of pitching, ain't no punchlines I'm spitting
Been a rough ride no [?]
I remember boxes of food from that sunshine division
Tell 'em I ain't going back to that
I ain't going back to that
Tell 'em I ain't having that
I'm stashing packs in plastic wrap
Pop the trunk and throw 'em in
Out here on the road again, going in
These days seems this freeway is my only friend
I ask the world once to look up
See a hawk crossing my path, my boss told me it's good luck
Paper to get wait 'til he flip
No waiting patient, I came for the grip
Stayed on my shit no food in my gut
Just the pain in the pits so I'm taking a risk
To let 'em know the shit is really real
Empty pockets get me nothing, dollars folding gives me chills
Thou shalt have it if it's in his will
We feel each other's pain convinced it's our Achilles heel
(For real)
[Hook]