VERSE

My feet touch the floor
And I tell my demons wass-up

We just spent the whole night
Tryna get my bucks up

Pour a little gin
In my cup
With my breakfast

Fuck a therapist
This how I fight my depression

It's hard not to trip bout shit
I'm always stressing
Cuz Often and unexpected
Is how the world like to test me

Wonder if I could joog the AC transit for a ticket

Shave my mustache
Get free bus pass
Cuz I ain't got nuff cash
But I got family acting like I am so on
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Like you did the oracle
So you must be bout to blow
Truth be told
I ain't close
Know I got so far to go
Cuz I made off that sho what you could pick up off the flo'

And nah nah im
Not ungrateful
I just need y'all to know

I'm tired of people saying I am so slept on
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This is Donald trumps America
He do not want us woke
I swear that n*gga do not
Know how much he fucking with my hopes

I'm just a black boy
Tryna stay outta the slums
I wake up with stress
So I don't need none of yours

When you kill my vibe
I reach down in my drawer
Grab the weed out my jar
Cross my legs on the floor
And break it
Down
X2

HOOK

Help me break it down down down

Help me break it down

X2

VERSE 2 (Donte Thomas)

And I could remember days when we slept for dinner

My hours cut short so my checks was thinner

You take a few L's
What you get? A winner

So we proceed to excel the inner
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The elephant mental
Remember when I used to wanna have the essentials

But now I'm on a mission to develop credentials

And they don't wanna see me elevate
Cuz they gentle

But look what I been thru


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I used to sit up on the back of the bus

Think of passing em up

They ain't gassing enough

Pass on the trends
What you have isn't much

If your soul lack gold
Then ya passion is fucked

I ain't laughing
It's tough

Where I'm from
N***as die
By the hands of the law

What a stab in the gut

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They around when you up

Can't be found when you down

Either swim or you drown

And get dragged in the dust


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Backwoods
On my lonely

I been
Cruising unobtrusive

Moving mileage
Who to say, that you is really out here

Pay for plays, ya shows don't look too crowded


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Swisher sweets we used to fill with sour

Used to party
Now I put in hours

Music like my second home
Without it

I'd be dead and gone or sumn childish

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Ain't nobody home
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It's McCauley Culkin zone

Man I might

DND my phone

No finding me once I'm gone
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She only like me for my Nike's

Hard to find a loyal honey

Most would likely be my wifey

Cuz my grinds potential money


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Know my ego needs some work

But that's the first step to acceptance

Sleeping on my couch, dreaming bout

A chance to spread my message
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Overthinking got me stressing

I hardly make a sound

No one around, I got some loud
And ones a crowd, lemme proceed to break it
(Down)

HOOK