Verse 1
It's time for me to split b**h
I'm out the car
Smelling like cigarettes and cheap alcohol
Empty medicine bottles scattered
Through-out the hall
I'm off so many pain-k**ers I'm about to fall
Can't feel my body at all
f** it I ain't about to call
This blunt I kiss burns my lips down to my finger tips
Can't give these drug up fo sho can't give these streets up
OK I'll get rid of these drug up but keep at least one
I'll keep a couple pills maybe keep a couple blunts
Buy a ticket hit the islands for a couple months
I'll f** a couple chick just to lets some anger out
Cut up my burner gloves and stick my middle finger out
Cuz I don't give a f** b**h if I'm broke I'm broke
And I don't wanna hear no sh** bout that dope I smoke
And I don't wanna start no beef that I don't provoke but if it happens I won't stop until your throat meets rope you get the picture
Verse 2
See I ain't ever been a crackhead I ain't used to basin
But that don't mean I have done sh** to start hallucinating
Problem everyone's got em I done hit rock bottom had issues and fought em felony cases I've caught em
f** that sh** that ain't the problem
I've got issues only I could have
That why I brag when I'm on top cuz I ain't used to that
I've got a little deal now everybody on my back
But I'm so high most of the time that's why I don't call em back
Where was you at when I was broke and needed help with sh**?
Now you wanna know just where I'm at and who I'm with
But I don't play them f**ing games b**h now who's the trick
You think I'm Big headed by now better get used to it
See I don't owe no body nothing I ain't fronting I'm just speaking the truth now all these parents looking at me cuz I speak to the youth
If you like it or not I love it when I make an impression
But I can't lie the why I'm expressing my state of depression
Verse 3
Sometime I wonder if the fames really as hard as they say
They got no motherf**ing clue about what goes on in my head
Sometimes I'm feeling better off dead or locked away forever
But that ain't going to make sh** better so I scratch that idea
My actions are clear its actually the facts that I fear
How many homies got my back as a matter of fact
Roll with a wild bunch
If it went down would I have time to clutch
And then you got the nerve to ask why I don't smile much
See when you get a chance to see how fake these people act
It's hard to get back to your home without watching your back
I try to vibe[?] why these laws watching my step-in
But these laws make it hard that's why I carry a weapon
It's you that I dread two in the chest two to the head
Cuz in this game there is first and second place
The quick and the dead
I ask for one more come on now what the f** would I run for
See I'm the only person I'm keeping a loaded gun for