[Verse: Landon Larson]
f** up my inner mental
I need to stack up these Washington's 'til im monumental
Mind ya business, I snuff a witness, job is hurtin my kidneys
Im, on the edge, it's tough, I might rob and murder for pennies
Penning my story pages
Heading for stormy days, It's
Awkward with stares and gazes
Life feelin' like stairs in cases
Too fly, with talons, can't see me, can't even meet my talent
A level head a challenge, sh**, can't even keep my balance
I'm mixin uppers with depressants
Yearned to be a king because I've suffered with the peasants
A little rock, bring me to life, fight evanescence
Should I be countin money or countin the heavens blessings?
They pray to god I find a 9 to 5
I wear that .45, I'm Jordan '95
I'm more than 95 percent sure
They want me censored
Or in the 99 cent store
[Outro: Landon Larson]
I need the faces in my pocket
It's hard to face what's in my pocket
They cut the water and the power
It got me wantin' all the power
(I hate this, I hate this)
Didn't make sh**, I quit shifts, to chase this
Hard to fixate when all of my fixes make shift
Even on my birthdays was cookin' without the cake mix