Black wide tee on my sh*tty fair skin
Money in my jeans i'mma put 'em in the pocket
Never gonna shout loud never gonna do it again
Back in the house there's a stranger layin'
I don't know what to do i don't know where to go
I got 15 grams imma make 'em disappear
Nowhere to go
I got a pierce on the face you ain't see that
I got a milion reasons why i should be deceased
Now i'm flying like bees and i'm mean like sh*t
In a fu*ked up world that i better not see