Julian Camarata, name insert
I need to break from this prison, help me Wentworth
Why try when this is the third time my records been burnt
Since birth, k**ing tracks has been kids work
Driving so fast my whip swerved, hit a big curb
It set ablaze I hope I don't get my dick burnt
It feels like I'm walking around naked
And I wish my Nonna was still alive to see that I made it
Maybe not how y'all think but to me I'm famous
And she had Alzheimer's so I would need to tape it
Cause nothing going to stop, nothing going to stop
Nothing going to stop me from making these other MCs outdated
Sess puffin', I hold on to my chest clutchin'
Pen and paper because I don't care when the checks comin'
I don't expect nothin', but I'm like a suicidal hobbit
Yeah, a depressed munchkin, that says somethin', don't it?
I wake up freezing but my bed's flooded
That's why I never sleep, it reminds me too much of d**h's cousin
These withdraws don't effect me it's bizarre
But it's what I get for having big balls and disregarding
All laws when I break swishers and the codeine dissolves
But that's what kick start-ed all these problems
That could fill an endless pits bot-tom
I need help I can't solve 'me, I want to get par-doned
But I'm diving to deep and I forgot goggles
I sought options that included everything but not toxins
I'm the Shepard that Waka Flocks artist, whom can dodge comets
And go on a k**ing spree but leave the block spotless
I'm adept at this; not novice, I wasn't even there for one day
Before I got kicked out of God's Garden