Verse One:
Did he do it again we’ll never know
This is a great time to think about things you don’t know
We was in full without cause
It was nothing to do but
Cause probs
Just amazing how my amateur days
Always kicking down your views
I seen the childish of ways
Like the judgement from the front it was a typical day
In they lane, full of hate
Traffic holding up everything that they want
I was just about to shut up but
Who's asking about thoughts
I could give out some more
Without details
How my day stay the same if I ain’t input the change
Switch the settings on tv
Why commercials leave stains
You got pen ?
Where the check if you talking my way
This is defense relax
I be in out of focus
But my dick where is they latched
Rudely parked
Don’t make even start
Let me go on my way
My hands still cold but today is the day
I create a different pattern
Making breakfast for fake
Then I ate lunch at a simple dinner time date
And I’m with your friend that you called a snake
Why y'all friends anyway ?
Congratulations you lost where you be
You got lost where you be
This stupid ghetto always circling me
The ghetto surround me
I got lost where I be x2
Hook: It's the ghetto always circling me
Said i'm leaving regards
It's the ghetto always circling me
I got lost where I be
Leaving no scars
Keep it humble
I'm just leaving regards

Verse Two: Birthday cards always hit your door
You keep leave it open
No more mail to the crib
Search yourself you don’t own it
I was cool with the pool but she wanted a garden
Can’t pursue simple food
Not enough for the party
I got massive people coming don’t forget what you started
It’s my opinions and thoughts why you care ?
If you the life that ain’t living ain’t there
Don’t bring misery up with your chair
I keep it funky don’t you touch me
With all that aggravated
With all that ungrateful
People never correct when it come to my best
I bet you losing upset
I bet you losing upset
A couple years you regret
We still holding the best
Can’t wait for you to see where you going
You followed the wrong map
Tried predicting my forecast
I pump faked why you jumped
Now I’m finna tear it up
In the back of club, gimme weed tell me what you see
I need Benz color red yeah this for the scene, this ain’t a murder you be knowing how it be
I had to kill Him before they try to kill me
It ain’t the money it’s the way I breathe
It ain't the money it's the way I feed
My life got better habits if I’m clocking myself