[Verse 1: Ace Henderson]
Everyday is a battle from the night before...
Memories of the girls I never piped before
Back to the future I'm mcflying through these metaphors
Feeling like I had my whole career twice before/
Parents complaining I'm indifferent the usual
Picked up cigarettes for a minute come to my funeral
Asian chick
Holding my hand noticed the empty can of albuterol and weed crumbs under my cuticles/
Psychedelic and she's angelic her sneakers came from mister Jeremy Scott
She went to New York for the summer and she said it was hot
But I don't even like to brag when I get money to shop
I copped the Lauryn Hill is you ready or not
Ever since I lost Lou I ain't back to the spot
Haven't called mami yoli she probably hate me a lot
I used to cop at the casa and now I'm twisting the tops/
Of prescription medication a patient I am not
And everybody seems to have a little patience but for me it's all out
Tried to cry but the tears in drought
You don't know, you don't know that I been dealing throughout/
I lost love, lost life, lost my-self
Tried to find vices but to me it does not help
Mobbin out with my nikkas is the opposite of stealth and
All these black thoughts are the opposite of wealth/
[Chorus]
I'm not a god, I am a son
I am a lover not a fighter
I am the one
I'm not a god, I am the one
I'm not a god, I am a son/
[Verse 2: Jordan Bratton]