[Intro: Tim Moore]
When you close your–

[Verse 1: GRIP]
Cuzzo, he a dealer, Uncle was a user
Other uncle was a shooter
My pops was a loser
God bless my mami heart
Money tore the fam apart
Me and sis ain't even speakin'
My bitch say I reek from drinkin'
Was just about to crack a beer
Fuck it, I ain't happy here
My momma tell me, "Get a job"
Motherfuck a rap career
Rent due, I'm broke as hell
Wish I had some dope to sell
Break down the wholesale
Momma livin' at the hotel
I was droppin' shit to no avail, oh well
Guess they wasn't fuckin' with the kid
I just had to give 'em me
I could give a fuck 'bout what another n***a did
Cause he ain't walk in these shoes
And I ain't walk in dude's neither
I got issues dawg, my top is screwed
Somethin' like a two litre
[Chorus: Tim Moore & GRIP]
He only looks for what you see
I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit)
I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit)
I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit)
I done seen a lot of shit
Pessimist without a pot to piss
With these optics it’s hard to be an optimist
I can’t act like my problems do not exist
I jot this shit in composition, n***a listen
I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit)
I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit)
I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit)
I done seen a lot of shit
Pessimist without a pot to piss
With these optics it’s hard to be an optimist
I can’t act like my problems do not exist
I jot this shit in composition, n***a listen

[Verse 2: GRIP]
J-J-J-J-Jumped out the porch feet first
Told the fam don’t trip I’ll be back soon
Tryna bring the racks back to ‘em
Whether the trap boom or it came from the rap tunes
Used to cop shoes outta Rack Room
Guess it was a step up from Payless
Momma got another eviction notice
We don’t know where we finna lay next
N***as lose faith, so we pray less
But kept OutKast in the tape decks
Felt good not to hear a n***a brag and boast when you been working for a petty ass pay check
Seen shit you wouldn’t dare to see
Nobody cares when it’s dark outside
Who gon’ be there with me?
Apparently in need of therapy
I feel caged in like a parakeet
On the edge, I ain’t scared to leap
But I don’t wanna make my parents weep
Insomniac, I barely sleep
It’s been some weeks since the last time a n***a counted sheep
My thoughts seep in way to deep
You see when I jumped off the porch
I thought I could get a Porsche
You know, things of that sort
Now a n***a whole life is off course, fuck!
[Chorus: Tim Moore & GRIP]
He only looks for what you see
I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit)
I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit)
I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit)
I done seen a lot of shit
Pessimist without a pot to piss
With these optics it’s hard to be an optimist
I can’t act like my problems do not exist
I jot this shit in composition, n***a listen
I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit)
I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit)
I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit)
I done seen a lot of shit
Pessimist without a pot to piss
With these optics it’s hard to be an optimist
I can’t act like my problems do not exist
I jot this shit in composition, n***a listen

[Outro: Tim Moore]
He only sees you in his dreams