Sometimes I gotta wonder if it's worth it
Like last week, money running past me I could be writing checks instead of verses
I go to selling grams and push ya granny on her a**-cheek if you asked me I had her crawling like a venom serpent
Purposely hurting the ones around me like it's none-sense, like a prophet I'd be teaching leaches how to reap the profits on a mission for meal tickets we rip it on the dotted when you ask me where that body was I'll tell you I forgot it
I can't sleep without some new solution
I can't sleep without some new solution
The truth confusing me now, what am I writing music for
Because the fame is as motivating as "you can do it."
I promised homage to individual missions and now I'm slacking wishing they'll never listen to new amusement
The cutest chick in my school will not acknowledge that life that I'm trynna live so I'm tolerant hear I'm rude and stupid
It's only like
Three dollars in my pocket erryday, I ain't flying yet cause I ain't getting paid