[Produced by RB]
[Verse 1: Big Hyperion]
Yo, I woke up in the middle of the street
Looking below down at my feet
Thought this don't happen every week
I was at the age of 10, I didn't know what the f** to do
I was running on a bridge, blood running
Thought I had the flew
Taking Zoloft made me crazy
I was hoping it would change me
Realized I left my gla**es at home
Reached in my pocket for my phone, nothing in my pockets
I was thinking, is this real
I was crying, what's the deal
Zoloft drifted me, not gifted me
Felt like I had been sifted
I was screaming for help, the only person who could help was myself...
[Verse 2: Big Hyperion]
Uh
Ayo, 5-0, you know
The motherf**ing po-po, so
Thank the po-po
f** the po-po
Either one just so you know
They got a big a** gun
They probably got a son
A beretta
He pursuing of vendetta
They go crazy at that age like Kylie Jenner
Playing ball with my homies, I got the center
In cla**, this kid is struggling to be the presenter
Can't you remember any of the sh** that you memorized
Pausing on this sh**, like you motherf**ing televised
Seeing bloods and crips
Eat some pizza and some chips
Turn on the TV, someone whip
Nah (x5) , please no more whipping
Just have a seat, eat some more chicken
Just like Dylan, finger licking
Just chill, watch some television
Cole man, that fruit is forbidden
You want to be like Shmurda?
He's got twenty-five years in prison
The city can't hold us, we raising the ceiling
People down in C-O-M-P-T-O-N making a k**ing
[Outro: Big Hyperion]
Yeah, making a k**ing, yeah
Out