[Intro]
You know him as an expert on the new age
You also know him as a writer of children's books
And other stuff, albums and shit
You've got all these elements for a real thriller here, but you based it, uh in part on your past experiences and knowledge
Dealing with, uh [?] in our society
Shut up

[Verse 1]
I'm in the trap house goin' for the gusto
Empty kitchen cabinets, steady cookin' up, though
Shit was dark for me, but things are lookin' up though
Should've got a mixtape award, but rest in peace to Justo
I was stuck in my cycle, stuck with my weapon
Still stick with my weapon, but I'm stuck on progression
My mama lost her mother, I watched her suffer pain
Now I make the point to tell my mom I love her everyday
I had a cousin searchin', trying to find his purpose
Found a needle in the haystack, but it was hypodermic
I break fast, I ain't lunchin' 'bout my dinner
Or old heads were ex-street n***as and drug dealers
Everything I wrote in my tablet was much sicker
'Cause every strain I roll was a Cannabis Cup Winner
They told us we were useless, called us trashy young n***as
That's why we do it big for the cameras like fuck n***as
I somersaulted out my mom's hole in the 80s
Tammy Jones made me, Richmond city shaped me
Might cut up your lady, she texted come filet me
I'll slap you with the biscuit for thinkin' it's all gravy
Shout out to Gritty City, shout out to Charged UP
Mutant Academy, n***as stay barred up
One time for Flexico, and AGM my brothers
Can't forget Ugly Mane and rest in peace to Sleazie Wonder
[Outro]
Stuck, I was stuck
I was hurt, I was stuck
I was strugglin', I was stuck
I was stuck, I was stuck
Need to get free, I was stuck
I was hurt, I was stuck
I was strugglin', I was stuck
Felt trapped, but I'll get up
I was stuck