Sent your mom a dick pic and now she need glasses
Turn your bitch Slick Rick right now if I slapped it
Lit a couple rocks took the bud out the plastic
Flickin' bogey ashes, bitch, I stay blasted
Microphone Cassius, Magic with the sick shit
'Posed to been dead, but bitch I'm still up in this bitch
Verbal herbal poison, words I contortion
Fucked a recovery bitch, she save money on her rehab
I feel like Billy Kosher in a church playing organ
Coverin' Sweet Hon', smokin' a Newport
Hurt, hoped the drugs will help the pain to go away
But all these thoughts up in my head made the sane go astray
So step inside a mind that revolves around the rhyme
And every time he close his eye, visions of white lines
Dyin' in the arms of a blonde, blue-eyed 40-something
Don't know her name, but the paramedics chest pumpin'
30-something White male OD'ed off of pills
That he weren't prescribed, but they took his life
Let behind a Trapper that don't really even know him
'Cause his momma thought he wouldn't make a living off them slots
But it was a long journey on a rocky road
Had a hoodie on and a jacket in the lawn
Walkin' in the cold on the way down the hall
Nigga, that was just a couple years ago
Dropped a couple streams on the net
Niggas tried to front like it wasn't all that
But guess what bitch? I'm coming back
Guess what bitch? I'm coming back
Signed to Twitch, now and everything's all gnarly
Now these bitches want my discord to get up in the party
Came a long way from huge holes in the walls
Borrow father's power just to plug up the PC
Where the door's never closed and phone's never off
Every winter so cold, niggas sleepin' wearing scarf
But I would always tell myself that it's gon' get better
You know who you is? You the greatest rapper ever
So now the pressure's on to prove that voice right
Some people never knew they goals, knew mine my whole life
So now his turns up, fixin' up to bat
Pitchin' German to the beat when I used to smoke crack
I never learned to rap, always knew how
Ever since a nigga eight, knew what I would now
When I turned 28 they like, "What you gon' do now?"
And now a nigga 30, so I don't think they heard me
That the last ten years, I been so fucking stressed
Tears in my eyes, let me get this off my chest
The thoughts of no success got a nigga chasing death
Doin' all these drugs, hope an OD ain't next, triple X