(Verse 1) I just know life is a struggle no matter which side you're reppin' They say more money more problems but sh** I'm broke and still stressin' Some people turn to the kitchen, some people turn to the weapon Me I just, turn to my fam and thank the world for my blessings And if the industry hate me well then f** 'em I'm indie I'm just tryna sell a story and put one in the chimney If they, hate it they hate it, I don't let it offend me Because I already made it, ask the kids in my city (Hook) Boy I come back up, then I come back down You just a back up, that's in the background Tell 'em I come back up, just to come back down You just a back up, that's in the background (Verse 2) Find me destroying my body tryna get lost in the moment And when it k** me it k** me but at least we won't be lonely They say these cigs gon' bring cancer, I've always liked a lil' challenge They tell me stopping's the answer but life's a delicate balance And so is d**h, so tell me how I cope with the stress 'Cause my whole life underwater but I'm done holding my breath All I hear is these groupies saying they know I'm the best But I'm afraid that all that praise gon' put a whole in my chest (Look,) (Pre-Chorus) I don't think I ask for too much When every word I've said has been true Everybody talking too much I still don't know a think about you (Hook) I drank up when my bank up and then go shopping for fake love She caked up as her make up but I'll make hate 'fore I make love To be straight up, my whole life is just made up So I die slow 'cause my mind broke and I can't find me a paintbrush 'Cause blank pages can't make statements so these brainwaves just stay stationed Then, I can't make payments, I get stressed and I get anxious I get scared and I get stupid, I live fast like I'm fate chasing While rich kids in their skyscrapers doing c**aine, playing playstation (f** 'em,) I'm draped up and I'm sauced out It's been a minute since Martha Street but that don't mean that she's crossed out I make shots and then take shots and then call shots I'm a boss now Got kicked out when I was 15 but I'm the new king of these bars now Thought a lot about suicide but then who am I to the future eyes 'Cause even if it's a hopeless hustle I owe the struggle to human kind Do the math and I'll do the time like Ruben Carter in '69 I'll sell my soul and I'll lose my mind just so the youth don't get euthanized