[Verse 1: Robby Raises]
Yeah you know this city taught you nothing
Baby daddy of your child and you still don't trust him
Two homies young as me and they already fathers
We both too busy lately just for me to call em
That's that sh** that got me spinning
Home alone, I'm lonely drinking
Treat that empty bottle like it's bad religion
Nowadays everyone acting like politicians
f** you if you ain't tryna ride with me
Relationships is building my anxiety
Pretty lady down the road keeps on eyeing me
I feel like I no longer have privacy
Three hours past midnight and you waking up
Young girl with two jobs but you don't make enough
Mundane attitudes is your point of view
I feel like I can inspire an entire generation
I swear no knows, I swear no knows
I swear no cares if I go comatose
Bout to flip sh** in the studio [You so caught up in the horoscopes]
Bout to have another episode [You so caught up in the antidote]
b**h I, [Man I'm bout to have another episode]
b**h I been ready
b**h I been ready to blow up [Man
b**h I been ready to blow up
b**h I been ready to blow up, yeah
b**h I been ready
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