[Verse 1]

Been through a lot of pain in this glass house
Went from being the kid in the background
To the kid that stands out, take a blunt to the face ‘fore I pass out
And if she don’t get a taste she gon’ lash out, yeah

But this shit ain’t ‘bout timing
I’m just telling stories for the homies nickel & diming
Speaking of dimes, I got this bitty beside me
I’m just talkin’ ‘bout my past while I put it behind me

‘Cause every time I got my shit off, it came from the chest
Poured my heart on a page in exchange for respect
My father said, “You gotta aim for the head”
So I took that advice when it came to the pen

Headshot—the type time that you can’t get back
Bullet with a name, this .45’s got kickback
I was taught by a sick man, I know I’m ill
How else do I show I’m real? Fuck it





[Verse 2]

I thought about the drop like I’m walking off a plank
Saw the mountain top, now I’m really on my way
Approached by pretty women talkin’ with their waist
But when you take in their intentions, man, they’re hard to keep at bay

But who would’ve known, who would’ve known
I just lifted this burden off my soul
I wasn’t high—I was just working through my lows
Now I’m turning dimes into Roman numerals

I Won’t think for a second before I sever ties
Speaking of time, it feels like I’m ahead of mine
Passing through these crossroads, I’ve been through every sign
She a Taurus but she switch up like a Gemini

Don’t fuck with a false image—I’m authentic
Shorty like to work for it ‘cause I’m boss with it
A real catch with an intellect and a small figure
A good sport, so I threw my balls in her

I’m just playin’, ‘cause I’m really in my bag
Dope dealer by heart and I’m flipping it fast
Learned a lot of lessons after living in the past
And learned to count my blessings for the shit I never had
And That’s that…